It is so cold and rainy outside and I love to train My pony through the puddles and mud. I am nice and warm and comfortable riding high upon his shoulders, my umbrella keeps Me that way while I make him ride through the deep puddles and pouring rain. I am not concerned for his comfort; he is just a pony, an obedient and loyal creature that must follow My subtle commands. I will ride him hard and wear him out, My pony will not rest until I am satisfied and have had My riding pleasure.