Something of My Own to Go Home With

It's time to slip back into my envelope and fly home, but that's ok, because I have something of my own to go home with.

Dillon, be prepared.

Here's a hint:

I love clover.
I love oats.
I love running through the meadow.
I love splashing through the creek.
I love the wind through my hair.
I love when my four feet pound the dirt and stir up the dust to show my speed.
I love to flick my tale at the flies that bother me.
I am fiesty, but with kind eyes like Pooka.
I am glad I have a new friend, Flat George to care for me.
We are best friends.

I am Flat Pinto Fred. See you soon!