The Grass is Always Greener

Traveling to a New Jersey farm to pick zinnias on a spectacular summer day, I look over into the next field and spy this silly horse. If he had feet, he would've been on his tiptoes, he was stretching so far over the wire fence to reach....what? I wondered. Was the greenery on the other side really THAT much better than what he already had? Was it even different? I'll never know.