Big aren’t they? I wish they’d had those enlargement drugs when I was human, then they’d have been nice as well as big; but now I’m a racing pony and I need a flat chest. I won all my races last year in spite of having a big chest but then this year I came second in the one mile handicap and then third in the half-mile and he was so angry and told the head groom to start me on the injections. They really are looking like udders now. There’s another race meeting next week and I must win. I must!