Josh, on all fours, looks up at Tommo, instantly regretting his role-reversal idea. Tommo’s saddle is digging into his ribs and he’s sure Tommo is over-using the whip.

Josh skulls his Dark Knight, and then whinny’s. Across the great mammalian divide, Josh and Tommo find their common ground; let’s celebrate victory with 4 more of these.

Charge!