Sham pulled his head back over the fence. Shaking his mane, he lowered his cranium to begin lazily nipping at the nicely trimmed grass. His shoulder muscles quivered to discourage the landing attempts of a couple flies as he absent mindedly grazed. A few footsteps crunching on the grass made the grulla stallion raise his head, flickering his ears forward. Two men were slowly approaching him. Immediately, his ears flattened, pinning themselves against his skull. Flaring his nostrils, he pawed at the earth uneasily with his front hoof, backing up until his hindquarters made contact with the fence. "Shhhh, it's okay, boy." One of the men cooed, cautiously approaching with an outstretched hand. Sham tossed his head and reared up onto his hind legs, pawing the sky with a shrill neigh of distrust. "It's alright! We're just going to put this little thing on your head- just to get ya used to it. It won't hurt you." The other man murmured, holding out a bridle. Sham shook his head and stomped at them with his front hooves, almost a mock charge. The men stumbled to the side to avoid his move. Knowing trust was the main thing, the man with the bridle held it behind him and out of sight and reached into his pocket, revealing a sugar cube in his palm. The stallion's ears perked at the sight of the small cubed object that he knew was tasty. Nostrils quivering, he lowered his head, scraping a few more threatening stomps to the earth with his front hoof.
