The Ballad of Crud and Horgus v1.1

You and Horgus turn right and head towards the intriguing "Utopia of the Fist". Your journey is long, flat, and boring. You occasionally stop for water, or to make Horgus a bowl of Oat Soup. You can tell Horgus is getting a bit tired of Oat Soup, but out here, your options are limited. Either way, he eats without complaint. You eat your bowl of Oat Soup with him. Neither of you say a word, which is mostly attributed to the fact that Horgus is a horse, and is incapable of processing, interpreting, understanding, and providing feedback for any speech you may provide. Sure, he understands a simple 'giddyup' or certain whistling noises that you make, but you kind of assume that's more of an intonation thing than a 'yes, I understand what is being said' scenario. Still, you look at Horgus and wonder what must be going through that limited horse brain. You wonder if there's any possible way to better understand your trusty steed. Then you notice the sun, with its long, stale arc setting into the latter half of the day. Your bowl is empty and so is Horgus' and you set off for the 'Utopia of the Fist'.