Mike strained mentally, but his body refused to cooperate. However, as long as he just looked around, he had no trouble. The stable boy had left him for a moment, but returned with a box of fancy grooming brushes. He starts looking through them, picking each up and examining some sort of runes on the back.
"Let's see. Shire gelding. Clydesdale stallion. Oh, yeah, a Percheron mare. And the Parkers want a Belgian filly." The boy talks to himself as he separates out four brushes and puts the box down. Then he approaches you. "OK, centaur. I got a waiting list, so you can choose. Gelding, stallion, mare, or filly?"