Look at my horse, my horse is amazing. Give it a lick, Mmm it tastes just like raisins. Stroke on it's mane it turns into a plane. And then it turns back again when. M: Look at my horse, My horse is amazing! Give it a lick. L: Hmm, It tastes just like raisins! M: Have a stroke of its mane, It turns into a plane. Victoria couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like he'd put on a little weight in the short time he'd been in town. “ My horse picked up a stone a little ways back.