As much as Dan saw and felt how he was a partial horse in his eyes, to all others he looked like any other fine formed stallion pony. The farmer spoke about things that Dan had until then never thought much about.
He listened close to the man talking with his wife, and one word struck a cord of remembered boyish delight, "Breed!"
He had not too long to wait and wonder, as only later in that morning did a truck arrive pulling a stock hauling trailer. Dan watched with interest as he stood in his half acre paddock nearest to the farmhouse.
The man came out of his truck, walked to be behind the trailer, lowered the rear ramp door, and went inside. A few anxious moments later and out walked the man, he led a lovely red roan pony mare, she about as tall as was Dan.
The man tied the rein to the pony mare to the fence, then went back into the trailer and came out with an all black pony mare, this too he tied next to the other pony to the pasture fence.
The man went in and out of the trailer, and had with him five mares, all of which he tied in a row by the driveway and to the wire fence that surrounded the main pasture.
The farmer man and this other man talked for some time. The pony mares stood silently standing one next to the other, or did until Dan called to them with a whinny.