The last bite of carrot disappears, but...
...out comes the tongue. One broad swipe down Lisa's palm.
Let's get between those fingers. Maybe there's a crumb or two.
Fingertips? Wiped clean!
A final sweep over Lisa's hand, and Hokey has gotten everything.
Oddly enough, and unlike dogs, a horse's tongue is quite dry. (Unless it's Abby who often is holding a mouthful of water, so when she opens her mouth to lick your hand, you are drenched!)
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