My mother was always very patient, kind, gentle, wise and loving. I knew no matter how much I tried, I could never be as wonderful as she was.
One day I asked her why Tinker and Prince hated each other. This is what she told me…
“A long time ago, when I was a just a filly, Tinker and your Sire had a disagreement about who would be the lead stallion.
Farmer Jo’s young, inexperienced children (who were taking care of the farm while Farmer Jo was away) thought they would always get along since they got along really well for the first few days so they put them into the same paddock.