Who gave this man some fanta

When the claiming day was over, the ponies stood grazing in their paddock, free from the hustle and bustle of earlier. Fanta swished his trimmed red tail, and put his head down to scratch his leg when he caught sight of a strange item in front of him. He pricked his ears, cautiously taking a couple of steps forward towards it, nose flaring as he took in deep breaths to figure out the scent. It was definitely new to Fanta, and he nosed it to see what it would do. The thing wobbled, and the liquid contained it inside lapped at the edges of it.

Fanta was fascinated to say the least. He nudged it repeatedly with his lip for a long while, taking in the mysterious liquid's sweet scent. Eventually, another curious horse wandered over to see what had captured his fellow herdmate's attention. The pale coloured mare watched him poking and prodding at the object, and approached to touch it for herself, but Fanta laid his ears flat at her. This was his toy, and his only. The mare backed off immediately, and meandered back over to her group to continue grazing.

This object was wonderful. Nudge, splash, wobble. Fanta would take breaks to graze and walk around, but he would always return to the orange thing in the grass. That is, until Fanta nudged it with too much enthusiasm, and the thing fell over, the liquid pouring down onto the grass. It didn't matter too much to Fanta, however, as he got to taste it at last. He licked at the orange substance, and raised his head, lip curling. This was definitely interesting. And delicious.