One might suppose Lone Star didn't hear the sounds of hoofs cantering above the cart mentioned in a previous post.
Lone Star bucks in the door sending it flying right off its hinges. There was an angry elderly mare who looked to have just been sleeping. "Such a naughty mouth! Why I oughta wash it out with soap! Apologize!"
Uh... I was yelling at a dog? He said sheepishly. And therefore it's not a naughty word? He ran off before she could consider this too closely, this time actually hearing hooves on the roof. He moved to jump out of the nearest window.
Hate me if you want. But that's your issue to fix, not mine.