A majestic white horse trots across the sky, its whiny lost in the wind.

A fluffy white cat meanders near the horse, closer and closer.

It soon reaches the white mass and curls up against its rough hooves. The love and calm and peace suddenly overwhelms the horse and an enormous blast of air billows from his nostrils, so much so that the source of such love and calm and peace is blown away. The horse eagerly awaits the hate and anger and upheaval that is certain to follow, but there comes none. The only thing that comes is the cat, with its love and calm and peace, right back to the same rough hoof, into the same position. And so came forth the billowing of wind, again and again. Each time to no avail. Gust of wind, no cat, cat’s back. Gust of wind, no cat, cat’s back. Gust of wind, no cat, cat’s....?
No cat. No cat? The horse’s nose protrudes through wisps of cotton, back and forth until there is none left. The horse’s eyes become crazed. And still no cat. Thus no love, no calm, no peace.

The horse now had the hate and anger and upheaval, all for himself. 

A white horse drags across the sky, its whiny lost in the wind.