never underestimate a bored horse

what's a mare need to do to get a drink around here?

The bucket kept overflowing.

Who was turning on the water?

It was the most glorious of days - the first warm day of spring.

Out at the barn, pony after pony was getting a bath at the wash stalls. Parents lingered happily in idle conversation as children tugged on their arms urging them on to the next thing. A gentle breeze blew off the ocean carrying with it the scent of an algae bloom and a promise of a summer of sand and coco butter.

Late in the day, I was helping bring in horses.

Every time I came back into the isle the water was on and the bucket beneath it was overflowing. I’d turn off the water and replace the bucket beneath it then go out for more horses.

And as soon as I made it back?

The water was on again, the bucket overflowing.

It was the strangest thing.

With all of the horses inside, I made like I was going to leave. I walked around the corner, waited a moment, then popped back into the barn.

What I saw astounded me.

There was Fiona, turning on the tap.

Fiona is a horse.

And Fiona …