Derrick was starting to get into the intimate nuzzling when a satyr shouted downt he stable aisle "Hey! Two of you report to maintenance."
Derrick followed the other stallion, a chocolate-brown Belgian, out and around the Spa to an area he had not seen before. Fields rolled off over hills, obviously planted with different crops. A minotaur with a graying muzzle looked up and nodded. "I need one of you to plow a new field, and the other to pull the supply wagon back from Argos." He peered at Derrick. "New one? Argos is about fifteen miles away, light load on the way there and heavy load coming back."
The Belgian started walking towards the field. "Guess that leaves you for pulling the wagon. Four legs tends to be easier for that, but if you want to stay on two just stand beside the wagon and they'll adjust the tack. Otherwise, stand in the harness and they'll adjust you." The minotaur pointed toward a shed with several large, old-fashioned wagons in front. One has some boxes already stacked in it, and a satyr motioned impatiently for Derrick to come over.