After swimming and relaxing in the cool water, he climbed out and grabbed a towel, drying himself off. His horn lit as he settled the towel on his fence and turned to his large house, trotting toward the slide door and opening it. He shut it before trotting over to the kitchen and getting all the stuff for making a salad. His horn lit as letuce, bowls, carrots, and other things for a salad appeared infront of him. He took a knife out of the drawer and started to cut up the things needed in the salad.
''My horn..it feels like it just lifted a 100 pound weight.'' He muttered as his horn stopped lighting and he took the knife in his hooves to cut. After cutting up all the things he needed, he pushed them into the bowl with the lettuce and shook it up, getting out ranch from the fridge. He poured it, shut it, and sent it back into the fridge. After doing all this, he finally got to eat and rest. His horn did feel weak, for some reason. Maybe he was using it to often? Or maybe it was only him.