Trot trot trot, goes the little foal in his pasture. Nap in the sun, flitter his winglets, visit mum for a meal, nap again... life is good.
Trot trot trot, goes the little squire on his duties, mucking out the stables, sweeping up loose hay, and practicing hopscotch - both himself up and down from the hayloft, and bringing down new bales for the hungry mom. And then more sweeping.