The red foal's bright eyes looked at him as it nodded softly in agreement.
The young red horse was quite enamored by Yun Yang from his grass tactics earlier, and was unable to reject his request; however, if it were to know the glorious history of Yun Yang's misadventures, it would rather have leaped off a cliff than to be named a friend by this conscienceless owner.
It did not know now though, and when it did – it was too late! It could be considered game over for the poor horse!
"You're red all over. Let's call you… Big Red?" asked Yun Yang.
The red horse looked at Yun Yang in shock, its tail shaking in consternation.
Big Red? What a horrible name! Could it be any worse?
"You don't like Big Red? It's rather unfitting to call you Big Red since you're so young. Why not Little Red?" Yun Yang asked inquiringly.
The red foal was still swishing its tail unhappily.