[ Oh god, horse teeth. Morgan's eyes widen briefly, and then she fixes the horse with a glare like ho don't do it, taking another few hasty steps backwards with her hands held up defensively. Thank god this horse whispering stranger intervenes!]

Yup! Evil. Evil horse. I know that's a redundancy, like saying "ATM machine" or calling someone a puny shrimp, but I'm sticking to it. I refuse to trust any animal with teeth like that and lips that flexible.