Pastures of Infinite Hope

The steed runs in the pasture, it's mane flowing in the wind. He is the fastest, but he sends me that I am the best. He approaches and I ask to pet. He nods yes and gentlely nudges me. He changes color every day. He is a new leperachan breed. Today he is an Irish Bay. I roar and he startles. He calls me Hope and I see a pin in his hoof. I remove it as I slap his flank. His frisky is for Jenny down the way. She is a new Albanian blend and is copper in tone. She shakes her head and asks to join our telepathic play. I nod okay and introduce them properly. Is this the one? They both shudder, shake and say yes. I pronounce them dearest ones and I jump on Jenny to be left at the gate. I send an au revoir salutation and let them run to the infinity of the hills. Les cheveaux etes tres belles et intellentes. J'adore vous.