Chapter for the book

"What about peanut butter?" The knight asked as he leaned against a bale of hay. He sucked on a blueberry candy cane and waited for a response. His tired eyelids slowly fell over his blue eyes and his head nodded until it smacked into the his helmet which sat upon his chest.

"Why...would I..." The man rubbed his temples with his left pointer and thumb and pushed his lips together. "name my horse....Peanut Butter?" He asked regrettingly.

The knight smiled and looked at his friend, whose head was in his hands now.

"Well." He began. "Peanut butter, sticks to things as well as makes a mess. Now your horse, he always finds his head stuck in a bucket. When he isn't doing that, he destroys anything he is around. Dean is still in the hospital with a broken leg, your horse is the reason! Also, peanut butter either tastes good or it doesn't. Your horse, nice ride, until it get's a cat attitude and hates the world!"

"This is the worst conversation we have had yet Phil!"

"Think of me like Dr. Phil, this is an intervention. Let's talk about it! What happened in your childhood, that made you hate peanut butter?" Phil laughed so hard he almost choked on the candy cane.

"I will hurt you." Eric threw a red towel at his friend as he walked away. He pushed through the stable doors and stared at the last stall on the left. The window was popped out and he saw a brown face staring at him. A snort resonated from the stall and the face disappeared. Eric grunted back and walked through another set of doors to the locker room. He pulled his knight outfit off and sat in his compression shorts soaking his feet.

A thud brought Eric to a upright sitting position. He grabbed a T-shirt and moseyed his way toward the sound of the thudding. He poked his head out of the locker door and looked around.

"Phil!" He yelled. Eric saw his horse, out of his stall kicking a locker door. The horse looked up at the call of Phil's name. The horse snorted and turned toward Eric.

"Fireball." Eric said in a trembling voice. The tall, black animal took a step forward with one of his white stockings legs. He threw his head in the air and shook his white hair side to side. "Fireball, back in your stall." Eric stated more forcefully. They both stared at each other until a bucket flew from behind them. Both of them looked to the bucket then from where it came from. Eric smiled. His horse, the idiot brown haired horse was nodding its' head up and down smiling. Eric took the distraction to run into Fireball's stall. The horse followed suit, snorting and jumping. Eric slid out and closed the stall door, locking it as well. He ran to the locker door and opened it.

Phil stood paralyzed against the metal locker door backing. His eyes twitched and his nostrils flared.

"I just needed to feed him." He stated dryly. Eric grabbed his friend's shoulder and smiled.

"You just got saved by Peanut Butter!" He laughed. Phil's face broke into a smile.

"We have the craziest horses, buddy!"