...accompanied by a rather placid-looking black pony, which he's waving at now.]
The last time I saw this particular specimen was when I'd crossed the border from France into Germany--
[he's interrupted by a grunt from an alien bureaucrat, to which he replies:]
--no, I don't believe I'm responsible for it. Direct your queries to a one Madame Simza, she's far fonder of the animal than I would ever--
[the pony waddles over to him and starts nibbling on the hem of his jacket.]
Will you stop using my clothing as provisions.
[he hisses at the pony, who continues anyway. the feed ends.]