'Fuckin' children...' Handy had been putting up with the petulant back and forth between the foals for some time now. If he listened closely, he would have been able to tell the dynamics in this little exchange weighed heavily against the little Golden Eye and that Hide Bound, the red colt tormenting her, had been doing this little song and dance for a long while before this current incident. His cronies helped. Handy didn't give one shit but at least they stopped poking his stuff.