today, he's taking some boy scouts into ferndale park. he is civic-minded, but he just has this one blind spot against horses. wilbur, what's going to happen to me now? ed, i have an idea. if we were to go into ferndale park and see him, me? you know i talk only to you. -why, ed? -because inside, you're all horse. i mean, ed, you could break him down. well, there isn't a man in the world that could stand the sight of a crying horse. sorry, wilbur, i don't kneel to anyone. (sighs) well, i'll go over to the park and try him once more. -you wanna come along? -not especially, but i'll go along for the ride. great. i'll go change my clothes, ed. wilbur: if you'll just listen to me, i'm sure... post, you're wasting your time. i've got all the signatures, and the petition goes to the council monday. but why, mr. ainsworth? what do you have against animals? all right, i'll tell you. i've been bitten by a dog, scratched by a cat, but have you ever been loved by a horse? -what? -oh, mr. ainsworth, there's nothing like walking into your barn after a