horses

I went away to my friend's holiday house for a few days and met two overweight ponies. 

I have never been one of those girls who cooed over horses, a condition inflicted by two mental images in particular: Chinese paintings of horses running in water, and that bed scene in The Godfather. Nonetheless, they were very sweet ponies. 

If you've ever stroked the muzzle of a horse, you'll know what I mean when I say it beats a baby's bottom.