*Uh oh

Mr. Pol learned his lesson xD He cannot charge just anybody! Of course he's not seriously hurt, just a little scratch from the grouchy Swiss! Which has reappeared in this, being his usual self. This may seem sketchy, and maybe not much effort, but this actually took me at least an hour or so xD Cause I had to think all of this through, and the poses were a pain for me!

STORY: 

As soon as Pol was comfortable within the barn, she was able to turn him out with horses she saw fit to. Yankee had been one of them, and even some of the calmer stallions were chosen. They were able to deal with his playfullness, even choosing to play with them themselves. Shia knew that Pol was notorious for charging other horses, but she had seen that it just lead to playing, because he would retreat the charge at the last second. 

It had been a quiet day on the farm, fall was coming and the horses were getting their furry coats, and a lot friskier than usual due to the colder air. Shia loved it, she loved fall, her birthday was in the month of November, and she looked forward to the changing leaves. But, the quietness was not long lasting, as she heard was a loud crash and Pol streaking across the field straight for where Swiss had turned to face him. 

"Oh Shi--" she managed to get out before she dropped the pitchfork and broke into a run. She tried to yell out for Pol to stop, or for Swiss to not do anything stupid. But before she could do anything, Pol had rushed Swiss, his usual start for play, but Swiss didn't find his charge amusing in the least bit. As Pol slid to a stop a few feet in front of Swiss, the stallions ears pinned back to his head and he went straight for Pol. 

"SWISS NO!!!" Swiss stopped in his tracks as he heard Shia yell at him, he even began to back away as she climbed over the fence to make her way over. Pol had been knocked onto his rear, but he got himself quickly and gave Shia the look of straight shock. 

"Commere. NOW." Shia commanded, pointing at the ground in front of her, Swiss let out a breath and approached her without refusing, he knew that would be the bad choice. Shia grabbed him by the mane and spoke straight into his face. "YOU. Stop being such a damn grouch! HE'S your new brother, and YOU must behave. NOW, you will be nice." Swiss had looked over at Pol and flicked an ear back and then forward once more, and looked back to Shia as if to understand what she was staying. Pol looked over and slowly approached touching noses with Swiss cautiously, Swiss knew that he wouldnt' be allowed to do anything. No matter how much he didn't fancy the other horse, he just wanted to do what made his mom happy. Reaching his neck over he touched noses with Pol as well, and as soon as their noses touched he pulled away. Shia decided to leave them in the field together, Pol would be good for Swiss and his horrible patience. Hopefully the pair could teach each other.