Combine all of those elements with hubby, who was a bit too close to the horse (and minus the carrot) and, well, "Princess (as she's known in our house), decided it wanted to chomp on something else...which wasn't a carrot and was luckily secured behind a pair of sweatpants.
Thus, red-faced hubby showed up in our bedroom exclaiming,
"I've just been violated by a fake horse."
True Story. The End.