;)
"Hey Bill!" the black horse neighed at me as hordes of children packing sling shots boarded the school bus a short distance down the road, "shouldn't you be getting on that bus? You look like you could use some education!"
"No, Black Horse - what a foolish thing for you to say," I shouted back. "I graduated long ago. My schooling is long done."
"You?" the horse responded disdainfully, "You? You graduated? No. You are lying. You could not possibly have graduated, knowing as little as you do."
"Black Horse, I did graduate. Furthermore, I was Valedictorian of my senior class at Oxford."
"OK," the black horse answered, "explain Hypotamus Two, then."
So I explained Hyotamus Two in great detail.
"Dummy!" the black horse responded as the doors closed on the school children and the bus began to roll, "you don't grasp Hypotamus Two at all. A kindergartner could have explained Hypotamus Two better than you just did. You should have gotten on that bus."
The horse then turned his butt toward me and said no more.
"Black Horse was right," the red horse then interjected. "You need some education. You should have gotten on that bus."