As expected every horse entered as it should except Tiger. Luckily Romilda knew his week point and had a stash of apples readily available. With her wand she sent one to where it was just out of his reach and kept it as such until he'd entered the barn where she could guide him to his stall and lock him in like the others.
"They do, but once you get everyone on a schedule it's not so bad." She loved horses. For the most part they did as they were told and seemed to enjoy a fixed schedule as much as people did. Now the barn cats back home were an entirely different story.