In the morning, Fate loves to hide behind the Skid Barn and ambush Red as he does his very wide outruns. Red is torn between practicality and duty. He will never pause or alter his outruns for anyone or any thing. But I notice he is going wider, hugging the fence as he comes tearing around the corner of the pasture, it gives him more room to maneuver around Fate.

But she has him, she knows where he will be, and she rushes out and races alongside of him as he finishes the outrun. Fate manages to find joy in every moment of her life. She is great fun to be around, and Red is the best straight man since Bud Abbott.