Whiskey snorted as he trotted past some of the paddocks were mares were. He whinnied loudly, he arched his neck. The groom tied him up and brushed his gently and he relaxed, they placed him in the small stall. Next to the paint mare, the people stood round, "let see if this youngy is ready." Whiskey extended his neck over and sniffed her side, she sniffed him back and swung her rump round towards him.