OK so this is really, really weird. There was a not-so-good flake of hay in one bale. Evidently there was an isolated clump of brambles in the field. This led to a few tough wiry stems in the middle of the flake of hay. Some of them had very small thorns on them. While Wuss Horse probably wouldn't eat them, I still picked them up. There were a few around the stall. And while I was picking them up, Wuss Horse found another stem, quite similar, and turned around, walked over and deposited the stem at my feet. He did this several times. "What are you doing?" "Giving you that." "Why?" "Well, you seem to be collecting them. I thought you wanted them. Maybe your kind eats them or makes crafts with them." "No I don't EAT them, I just didn't want to leave them in your stall." "I'm not going to eat them. They're disgusting." "Well, I figured you probably wouldn't but I just thought I'd..." "Look. I don't eat JUNK FOOD, OKAY?"