"At least he's more colt than you! He's an aged stallion in fact, more than you'll ever be!" Barbaro replied.
"This is an adult conversation." Lawyer Ron said. "Nothing you little weanlings should hear."
Barbaro didn't feel intimidated. "I'm a weanling? Still better than you. At least im not a dam's colt!"
All the other horses poked their heads over their stall doors and laughed at Lawyer Ron. Barbaro showed his teeth.
"Oooh. I'm shaking. See?" Lawyer Ron smirked as he made his legs shake as if he were scared. The other horses laughed even harder. Barbaro still stood his ground, literally.
"If you were a real stallion, you would bring it on. Go on, open that stall door and come and get me!" Barbaro reared up and kicked wildly, banging his back leg hard against the wall. Ouch.
"Bob, you alright? You look like you hit that leg pretty hard!" Point Determined asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Barbaro said painfully. Sweetnorthernsaint looked at Barbaro, worried.
"Look at what you made him do! Are you happy now!" Point Determined asked Lawyer Ron.
"That is none of your business. Don't worry about that weanling. He won't win Sunday. I WILL!"
The other horses flattened their ears at Lawyer Ron.
"Grrrrr." Barbaro hissed at him. "You'll eat my dust on Sunday. I'm UNDEFEATED. Do you know what that means kiddies?" Barbaro said, mainly directing the comment at Lawyer Ron.
"Oh, oh I know! It means you didn't lose any other races before this one!" A normally quiet Bob and John called enthusiastically from down the barn.
"Quiet you! At least I got a better name than that." Lawyer Ron called. Bob and John stuck his head back over his stall door. The lights flipped off and all got quiet.
"I'm not finished with you." Lawyer Ron hissed.
"Neither. Am. I." Barbaro hissed back. He turned so his butt faced Lawyer Ron's stall. "Hope you like the view." Barbaro said before going to sleep. "It's the same one you'll be seeing on Sunday."