The wife and I were out walking the fence line one day, and I had a cup of coffee in my hand. She’d taken along a couple of carrots for the neighbor’s horse, and he’d heard us coming and was waiting for us at the corner post. She petted him and gave him the carrots, which he appreciated. Then he spotted that cup of coffee, reached down an put his mouth over it, and just like that it was a quarter of a cup of coffee. And slimey.
I bet that tasted nasty!