Ferina III - A Note from the Author
They are, like our horses and cows, herbivorous, primarily eating vegetation similar to what we know to be corn or maize and oats. their hair colors are also similar in pattern and variation to our own horses.
Moonfall
Here, she used one hoof to stand on the box, whilst her teeth gripped the packaging and pulled it out - scattering muesli, oats and other dried fruits. "i'd prefer to eat off a plate - " luna grumbled quietly to herself. "alas, this will have to do!"
Back to Wales - Final Part
Kauto looked at maiden and grinned happily with a nod as he took a mouthful of oats. munching away, the stallion finished his breakfast while maiden was half way through.
Late Night
"and oats?" "oats? hehe." chuck laughed. "yeah, but it tastes so good." jerry couldn't help but draw in another cloud of the delicious vapor.
The Witches Farm: The Horse Whisperer
It smelled like oat-meal. i started eating anyway. he watched as ivan and i ate. when i finished the last of my oats, he patted me on neck and said "i'm frank. i'm going to be your jockey." "my jockey?", i blurted out. "yeah", he replied.
The Witch's Apprentice, chapter 3: the Villages
He found ben munching on a breakfast of oats in his favourite spot in the barn.
Chapter 4: No Help
After rummaging around for a few seconds, she pulled out a can of radishes and a box of timothy hay and oat bars. ellie pulled off the lid and grabbed a fork out of the drying rack.
Ch16. lesson Ten. The Timid Colt: Rein and Stick
I got some oats (yuck) out and made myself some porridge. as i did i called to dad. "hey dad, you said you'd give me and dexter a tour today right?" i used dex's full name. for some reason dad put a lot of store in names.
Deep Space - Chapter 6, A Living World
It's got ground oats in it." [alpha] "uh, it's texture is like porridge, hence the translation from our langauge to yours is... porridge. it's actually called-" he suddenly made a short string of clicking sounds and snapped a little bit. "da fuck?"
War Paint
As she fixed her eyes and put on the little black dress, she thought of the many lame excuses he had given her- like all males, he was deathly afraid of commitment, afraid of saying farewell of the wild oats-sowing days of his youth so soon.
A taste of Greatness
For now, he was content with this alone, as he breathed in gabrielles' sweet oat-smelling exhalations. if he truly had to wait a year to have his way with the pegasus stud again, this would be one looong night!
Iron Wolf Chapter 2, Son of Nobility
He saw osmund feeding the stallion oats from his hand and took several steps closer. james watched waiting for the horse to turn and kick him, rear back and trample him or something. " how the hell..." " how the hell what?" " no problems?" " nope.