Indeed. And had I not just consumed three glasses of mead, I would come up with a long and verging-on-plausible explanation of how the Tookish tradition of Hobbit-horses led to the May Morning 'osses in the West Country, and I'd even produce a hobbity filk of the Padstow May Song and the Hal-an-Tow song. But today is not that day. Maybe tomorrow...