Fisk doesn’t make much sense to me.
Some of that is normal. Not being a horse myself, they often act in ways that I do not expect, leaving a years worth of puzzles before me. Sometimes it just takes a little time for a Eureka moment to break through. Other times, there is no answer beyond the knowledge that every horse has their own distinct personality and that there are bound to be a few oddballs out there causing mayhem.
Fisk, though… well, I just don’t know about him.
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