A voice, belonging to a particularly large pissed bloke said "What the fuck have you got those fluffy animals for - you gay or sunnink? Hey guys - look, here's a poof!"

And then it went dark.

When he regained what use there was from his mind, Ian got up, and looked around.

And then he saw a partcularly large pissed bloke, who came over, and said "What you doing bringing them in here for you fool - come to the White Horse with me instead".

Ian figured this was all part of the master plan to find the land of nod, not figuring that there might not actually be a master plan, so he went along. Which was a silly thing to do, but then he was a particularly silly bloke.

Once inside the White Horse, he looked around at the people in there. And was suprised to see no White Horses, just a lot of men. So he asked one of the people there why it was called the White Horse.

"Ah, that'd be telling," he said in a gruff voice, "but give me a go with them furry animals, and I might just let ye know".

So Ian handed them over, and the bloke took them. He seemed very pleased with them, and Ian though he must be a frenchman, since he was thanked with a little kiss on both cheeks.

Ian, blushing a little, listened to the story behind the pub's name...