Michael trotted happily, he was in the sun and he'd recently met up with a beautiful mare. He was on an emotional high and nothing and no one could bring him down off of it. Even if they were really mean and tried hard. Yup, nothing. But the only problem with this super great mood was with it came barrels of energy and no where to spend it. Oh no! He turned in circles, lines and zigzags. Nope, not helping. I know! A game of tag! But he was all by himself. And one simply cannot play tag by themselves, no matter how hard one tries. And try he did.It was a silly sight, him tapping himself with his nose and chasing some invisible specter of himself before tapping again. Any onlooker might think he'd gone mad. Perhaps he had. But the point was, he needed a friend.