...Only now, I had another problem-one the horse was in no hurry to help me remedy by the way. Whenever I tried to retrieve the reins, Eagle tried just as hard to relieve me of my troublesome appendages. And who should come galloping back over in the midst of my troubles? Oldest brother John, smiling ebulliently! The great braniac assessed my dilemma: Reins on the ground...horse tries to bite little brother's fingers off whenever he grabs for them-