We chit-chatted with our extremely nice neighbours while they called the other neighbours across the road, who also have mini horses. After a few minutes of watching the tiny horse (who had a hilariously high-pitched whinny), the other neighbours arrived, clearly coming from some event because they were all wearing nice clothes rather than farm clothes. The dad jumped out, looking really stressed, got a good look at the horse, and visibly relaxed as he said "That's not my horse!"