Zephyr returned to the herd and was surprised to find Martian, the elegant piebald mare, waiting for him, the pair walked side by side in silence for a few moments, before Martian spoke.
"So," She said awkwardly, "Where have you been?"
Zephyr ducked his head in what, to a horse, might have been interpreted as a shrug, "Just running," he said, most horses snorted in disbelief at the thought of a horse just going for a run, but Martian knew him well.
"Go far?" She asked.
"Nah," He replied, "Not too far, just over that rise and back again.
Martian nodded, she swished her black tail about her hindquarters, swatting away the flies gathering on her back.
"You like it here don't you?" Martian said, Zephyr ducked his head again.
"It's better than nothing,"
"Oh, come on Zeph," Martian snorted, "You like it,"
"I never said..."
"Yeah, you do,"
The argument continued in this way for a few moments until Martian kicked up her heels and galloped away, turning in a teasing circle to give enough time for Zephyr to get going before racing off to a fine head start, with the black stallion in hot pursuit.
'Call me a Philistine but I can't see the justification in the 'Petrification As Art' business.'
'Art justifies everything.'
'Uh, no, it doesn't, one-nil to me. Next?'
Doctor Who, The Stone Rose