How many horses does it take to change a light bulb?

How many horses does it take to change a light bulb?

Thoroughbred: Who, ME?? Do WHAT? I'm scared of lightbulbs...I'm outta here!
Arabian: I changed it an hour ago. Come on you guys, catch up!
Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a pen and tell me which one you want.
Standardbred: Oh for Pete's sake, give me the darn bulb and let's be done with it!
Shetland: Give it to me. I'll kill it and then we won't have to worry about it anymore.
Friesian: I would do it, but I can't see where I'm going with all this mane.
Belgian: Put the Shetland on my back. Maybe he can reach it then.
Warmblood: Doesn't anyone realize that I was sold for $75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT changing light bulbs. Make the Thoroughbred come back here and do it.
Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeeaase let me! I wanna do it! I'm gonna do it! I know how, really I do! Just watch! I'll rewire the barn afterwards, too.
Appaloosa: Y'all are a bunch of losers. We don't need to change the light bulb, I ain't scared of the dark. And someone make that darn Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double-barrel him.
Haflinger: That thing I ate was a light bulb? Mustang: Light bulb? Let's go on a trail ride instead. And camp. Out in the open, like REAL horses.
Lippizan: Hah, amateurs. I will change the light bulb. Not only that, but I will do it while standing on my hind legs and balancing it on my nose, after which I will perform seven flying lead changes in a row and a capriole. Can you do that? Huh? Huh? Didn't think so.
Miniature: I bet you think I can't do it because I'm small. You know what that is? It's size-ism! Akhal Teke: I will only change it if it's my owner's light bulb and no one else has ever touched it.
Andalusian: I will delegate the changing of the light bulb to my personal groom, after he finishes shampooing my mane and cleaning my saddle...but only on the condition that it is changed for a soft blue or green bulb, which reflects better off my coat while I exhibit my astonishing gaits.
Cleveland Bay: I'm busy. Make the whipper-in and the hounds do it.
Saddlebred: My ears are up already, please, please get the light bulb away from me! I'm ready to show, really, I promise I'll win!
Paint: Put all the light bulbs in a pen, tell me which one you want, and my owner will bet you twenty bucks I can get it before the quarter horse.
POA: I'm not changing it. I'm the one who kicked the old one and broke it in the first place, remember? Now excuse me, I have a feed room to break into.
Grade Horse: Guys? Um, guys? I hope you don't mind, but I went ahead and changed it while you were all arguing.