OK, observe this guy. This is Punky, Punk-a-lunk, Lunkhead. Of all the horses, he's the one whose brain I least admire. He's comes off as very dopey. When I talk about him--he's the one who had limited turn out previously and he was sort of socially retarded. Anyway, he was out by himself, and most of the other horses were in the bigger, adjacent lot. I was cleaning stalls, and I came out with a load to see Punky running around, jumping up with his front end, tossing his head, generally acting really pissed off at something on the other side of the pen. I see something that looks like a branch laying there..except there aren't really any trees around that could have dropped a branch there. As I get closer, Punky ran over to the side of the fence to be next to me, and followed me over, and I realized he was upset about a possum being about 10' from his pen. I grabbed a handful of rocks, and decided I'd make the possum think crazy people lived here. (I'm sure in short order he will be dispatched with a gun, but I do not want to be there, do not want to be the one that directly contribued to his death, etc...but I have no doubt it will happen soon.) The funny thing is that as I ran up to the possum, Punky was right at my shoulder, tossing his head, like him and his sidekick Lori were coming to do in the possum. I did get it chased off, and it ran along the fence of the lot 5 other horses were in, and once it disappeared out of sight I looked over, and all 5 of them were bunched up side-by-side staring in shock. So while Punky the dummy was angry and wanted to do the possum in, all the other horses were just standing there like I kind of have a new respect for Punk-a-lunk.