I, hereinafter known as the party of the first part, will wait for your hereinafter known as the party of the second part answer, albeit the party of the first part acknowledges that the party of the second part is not responsible for any actions taken by the party of the first part while she waits, nor is there any expectation that the party of the second part will respond at any particular time, except that an answer is forthcoming. Should the party of the second part fail to respond, the party of the first part is under no obligation to wait indefinately, nor is the party of the second part bound by any decision of the party of the first part prior to supplying her with an answer. Any obligation created by the answer shall be free and clear of any encumbrance save those freely and knowingly entered into by the parties. 
Sorry, whooshed or not, that doesn’t work for me, either. In a world that uses horses for their primary form of transportation, not knowing they’re called reins is like knowing what a steering wheel is, or tires. You couldn’t not know these things.
I don’t expect the narrator to know a poll from a croup, or a bay from a dun, but he would know what reins were.
Ooh, ooh, ooh I do, I do! A bay is different color than a dun. I don’t know what color, but it is a horse of a different color (although not green).
It seems once again I’m out on a limb. Lissla Lissla Lissla Lissar I’m having all supplies flown in from now on, in order to never miss another oppurtunity of you visiting. Well I say never but that’s a long time and now that I feel obligated (being the person I am) to take my wheelbarrow and make one last adventure into the wilds of younder places as in The Plastic Pig Hat Store to retrieve plastic pig hats for all those who can’t go another moment existing without one. So as soon as I figure out how many and what sizes I need to get I’ll be off, soon to return with not only those request but also with a picture of Little Rock’s - little rock- that you may do with as if it were your own. I can only hope this will in some small way make up for the terrible thAng I did to you.
So let’s get those head measurements figured right cause I’m not leaving when I return from this journey to the roar. How many of you peoples want plastic pig hats and what size is what I need to know now. I’m going out to check the air in my wheelbarrow tire so you’ve got a few minutes. Let’s take our time no need to panic I’ll do that myself…
I’m off…is that an understatement?
That would be why it’s a joke. It happens to be a joke that I found amusing, and you didn’t. So be it. Just don’t let it nag at you, hmmm? 
So YOU think I don’t know what reigns are Winnie? Well I don’t think you read the OP this week until just now. You’ve been blithely skating along with no clue as to what’s really going on and then suddenly you get this big urge to play catch-up and BAM! “Rue doesn’t know what “reigns” are, the big dummy!”
Yeah, that’s what I think!
And just so you KNOW I’m not stupid:
A poll is a bunch of questions you ask people. (Like in IMHO)
Croup is a bad cough babies get.
A bay is a area of water pushing into the shoreline where you can park your boat out of the sea.
And dun is a light brown, like tan or buff.
Yeah, who looks all silly now?
-Rue. (smarty)
Nag. Ha. Ha. 
Ha, ha, that’s where you are wrong! I’ve been lurking off and on daily since 8:30am Monday morning. So there!
I simply didn’t feel the need to add anything until now.
AND, if you read my post, you’ll notice that I said I was refraining from nitpicking all week.
And I never called you a dummy.
It just bugged me, because if non-horsey people in this day and age know what reins are, the narrator would have to. It seemed disingenuous to have him not know.
So, call me whooshed, if it makes you feel better. I call it editing for accuracy. 
You are CORRECT, sir!
You are right. A bay is a brown horse with black “points”, i.e., legs, mane and tail.
A dun is similar to a bay, but lighter, and with some distinct markings, as seen here.
A buckskin looks just like a dun, but without the distinct dorsal stripe and leg markings.
Article on the difference between a dun and a buckskin
BTW, you can have a green horse, if you want. Take one white or pale grey horse, and wash him thoroughly. Then, release in a grassy pasture. He will be unable to resist rolling, leaving bright green patches all over him.
Being a born suburbanite I know very little about horses, even though I live in the Bluegrass. My Mom has told me about a horse her father had back on the farm where she grew up. He had a mischievous streak apparently, used to sneak up behind people and bite them. Now, my mother has always had a way with animals, they naturally gravitate towards her and do whatever she wants. When she was barely old enough to walk she wandered across the pig pen one day, right by a pretty mean old sow. Scared Grandma silly, but the sow never even offered to touch her.
Mom started riding this horse, sans saddle, when she was about five or so. Being too short to get up on him the regular way, she’d lead him up to a tree and drop down on his back from above. He never gave her any trouble.
Well, one day some neighbor came over to my grandfather, cussing up a storm about this horse and how it bit him. Neighbor man complained it was too mean. Grandfather pooh-poohed that idea, said the horse was gentle as a kitten, why even his little daughter was safe around him. Just then my mom rides by on the horse, docile as can be. I don’t believe anyone ever complained about him again. Not out loud anyway.
Funniest thing is that my mom- the lady who braved biting horses, vicious sows, and even a doberman we once had that turned on and bit my brother- without any qualms or problems, was only ever bitten once by an animal.
She got nailed on the ankle by a fluffy white pet rabbit, attacking from the rear.
Well… I thought it was funny.
I see nothing funny about this. Although it may be because I too have been attacked by a nasty bunny masquerading as a fluffy pet rabbit. All, let me repeat, all bunnies are just waiting for the opportunity to knaw on a fingerbone. The whole “I’m so cute and fluffy, soft and sweet” is just a front to allow them to get close enough to humans without detection–and to escape from the wrath of the bitten humans. Yep, so cute and innocent, it must be the human’s fault that the poor little bunny bit, it would never bite if it hadn’t been teased or squeezed or mistaken for a hare. Yeah, right. Nobody will ever believe that the bunny did it on purpose, just because it wanted to! They are evil, I tell you.
But so cuddly and soft–they’re irresisitable even when you know their dark secret.
Don’t be silly- the pig hats are one-size-fits-all. I’m glad you’ll be staying home for the next couple of years. Appreciate it.
I think I’ve lost most of my eyesight doing chainmail today. Sigh. No, not letters- armour. Except I make it in really small links and use it for jewelry. You know, the stuff that knights worse that wasn’t plate mail? The linked-together-metal-bits? That stuff.
Oh, I was aware that bunnies are nefarious little hopping stoles, it’s just hard to take them seriously as slavering beasts-they’re so darned cute. It’s sort of like when I combed out my little kitten’s long hair. She didn’t care for it much and would growl menacingly at me. However, seeing as she weighed all of two pounds at the time and was absolutely adorable, I couldn’t work up much concern. I used to chuckle at her. Which also didn’t make her happy I suppose. Affront to her dignity and all that rot.
All of which means, I guess, that I’ll probably be the first victim when the rabbits rise up against their two-legged oppressors, gnawed to bits in my sleep.
Hey, another mail-maker! I make armor, though. There’s a picture somewhere of me and my grandmother sitting on the porch, working. She was knitting, and I was assembling chainmail. When one of her knitting friends started bragging about how difficult her latest project was, Grandma pointed at the chain shirt in the picture and told her, “My grandson knitted that out of steel wool. You’ve got it easy.”
She’s a card.
Rue, you eediot!
Yeah, don’t worry about it, I’m just dunning you. In the sense of the second definition of the transitive verb.
I reckon I dun got no idear what’s gone on right here.
Jeez I take a couple of days off and return to find Wintermute in a snit-fest with Balance, the inestimable Rue misdefining words, and all sorts of other shenanigans.
I guess that means this is a pretty typical MMP thread.
You took a couple of days off? You slacker!
I’m taking my couple of days on Monday and Tuesday. But I’ll have computer access, so I’ll probably be able to weigh in with my sparlking repartee and stuff.
By the way, where’s Exgineer??
Where’s Ex? What do you think welbs has been doing for the last couple of days? Barrel lids don’t weld themselves down you know.
Aaaaaand my favorite bunny link. Link.
-Rue. (linky)
Behind the rabbit?
No - it eees the rabbit!