One Fit-To-Be-Tied Filly

Yup, I have one maaaadddd equine on my hands... (thank God it is not TWO mad equines!).  They spend the summer roaming on acres of lush green grass, thanks to global warming producing a lush green environment, and the poor beasts (who struggle to remain at a less than rotund weighty appearance) think that such lush green goodness is a permanent fixture in their environ...  FF a few weeks to the onset of WINTER in central Illinois and the continually growing greenness is halting its lifestyle very quickly.  So, protecting the grass nymphs, the gates are closed and God's 4 legged adventurers find their green grazing reduced to almost green grazing (freshly cut and baled grass in HUGE 1200 pound encampments so huge mouthfuls can be obtained without walking a foot (hoof?).  But the leader, fillie Lexi, decides fences are made to be broken and begins her mission of fording the wall - very successfully - walking though them like so much chaff on the forest floor!  Once discovered, the keeper of the goodness (ME!) repairs said fence into stouter form - both mechanically and with electron reinforcement (9,000 volt strong) to deter such aloofness.  While being made to stand in a stall (heaven forbid) for a few hours while fencing is being done, bashes are heard that sound like a horse rolling and a wayward hoof knocking a sidewall.  But in reality said equid comes walking out the door on her way to previous goodness.  Wait, says Caretaker, Back, Back, Back!  and redirects escapee back into barn where the discovery of not wayward hoof strikes but intentional bashing of stall door to escape is discovered!  After some very impatient stall time (think horse agitated, circles, big eyes, etc.),

 BOTH horses are allowed back in reinforced 2 acre pasture.  Immediately leading the jog to custom fence gateway, rapid redirection ensues when she observes caretaker's careful work and veers to aforementioned huge pile of preserved goodness, with an obvious evil side glance to said caretaker.   Shortly thereafter, when caretaker is finishing last of caretaking duties in 2 acre winter residence, I walk in the direction of the buffett to tidy things a little.  Of the two equines, one ( NOT escape artist) come to visit caretaker and commune (ever hopeful of a handout) while escape artist dramatically walks quickly and animatedly in the opposite direction while giving the "hand that feeds" the evil eye to express the strong distaste of even coming close to being touched by said caretaker!  Furious she is!!!!  While Blue waits patiently at gate, always hoping for the handout!