When I was a young filly, the person my mom calls my “breeder” used to shake an aluminum pie pan at me. She rattled it around and I would run wildly, which pleased her immensely. All I really wanted to do was snuggle with someone, eat and be rubbed all over. My breeder did not approve of that. She said I was spoiled. I am an American Saddlebred. I am supposed to be hot, excitable and trot big with my knees in the air and my head and tail held high.
When my mom came to see me, before she was my mom, my breeder got out the pie pan from the chest. She shook it vigorously. It rattled and hissed and banged and flashed in the lights. I ran for a minute then went to the middle of the arena and stood behind this new person to hide. I peeked out from behind her shoulder at my breeder. The next day, I was at my new mom’s farm on Rumor’s Hill with new friends. We share hay and hang around.
If someone shakes a shiny, noisy thing at you, your eyes may bug out a bit and your senses may go wild and you may feel like running for a moment. Just remember to use your resources and find a friend and they will help you relax and get through the crazy event with poise and composure.
Shiny things are exciting but a friend is someone you can count on to help you through your worries, share adventures, just hang around, snooze after breakfast and enjoy each others company.