In the following weeks Paul adjusted to Madame Illusia's schedule. They were always on the move between performances, Paul having to do his duties as a draft horse and pull the carts along to their destinations. He was now really used to hauling objects,and the specific quadrupedral trot had become second nature to him. This did not go unnoticed by madame Illusia, he was truly doing his job for her. After a long day of pulling her cart she decided to reward him for his efforts.
My, my Paul,you seem to be getting quite the milage out of these hooves. she said as she knocked on his front left hoof with her hand.I couldn't have imagined you could last this long,however here you are, its like you were built for this.
Anyway I was thinking of building a cart for horses with you as the main animal. You know, changing people for ransom or for entertainment.
Paul nodded at this ideea.
Very well! My boys will unstrapp you from this cart and bring you to the temporary stables.
After he was lead to the temporary stables he couldn't help but notice that after such a long trip his shoulder blades hurt more than his legs. A testiment to how sturdy his legs had become while hauling these huge loads for madame Illusia. In some sense he was happy, he could use his legs and hooves for what they were designed for without people having any expectations of him as they would any other horse.
At this point he understood what he had to do for madame Illusia and he was happy to do it.