Dan fought the bit in his mouth as his dearest sister rode him hard her first outing with her brother wearing a saddle.
He felt anger toward his sister, but as much as he tried he could not feel anger toward the parents who allowed this to happen to him.
The return to the stable, Dan hot and in a sweaty foam on his hairy hide, he felt his heart throbbing from the running Kat put him through.
A nice and friendly stable groom dried the sweat, and with brushing of his back, flanks, and rump, the curry comb lulled Dan into a sleepy foggy sort of slumber.
Dan jerked awake, his nostrils filled with a heady scent of one musky smelling horse there then in the stables. As he tried to hold his head high and peering round him, he spied where the scent came; it was from one pretty pony mare, she a large breed of pony. To Dan this mare reminded him of a Hackney horse or pony, a narrow long body but tall legs and big eyes.