let me get that for you

"i mean seriously, how is it that you are always getting oats in your beard and slop on your cheek? have you never heard of table manners? were you raised in a barn?"

"um, yeah, i was, but i can't help myself you know? it's these oats, they're so yummy i just can't get enough. i just want to eat and eat and eat until my stomach feels like it's going to explode... and then i forget that i have to eat it all over again three or four hours later. *urp* 'scuse me."

"ugh. nice. burp in my face why don't you? i don't know why i put up with this."

"well then don't. don't make me the cause of your unhappiness. there's another field over there, and it even has clover. go for it. do it. good luck, and let me know how it works out for you. but mind your step, there's some pretty huge meadow muffins over by the gate. i baked 'em myself, in fact"

"don't be gross. hmph. bullocks."

"hmph. heffers."