First of all, no. Secondly-- does this look like a Jaws to you? Adorable little bugger can't be responsible for killing Robert Shaw, now can you?

[He gives the shorse a cheerful little bump of the knuckles at the top of his nose which prompts the animal to toss its bulk head up as far as it can make it go (which: not very). It stamps a hoof expectantly. Clearly Charlie had a handful of shorse food at once point, but that's no longer the case.]

Thirdly I didn't name him. That's his proper name according to the bloke working the gate.

[What can he say, he's become very well versed in shorses in the last twenty minutes.]