That's Totally Not My Horse

He grinned. She was in for a treat if she wanted to see the grounds. He led her back to room so she could get changed and they could both wash up. He led her out the back and down a long sloping hill to a stable in the back. They passed through a large lawn with a huge fountain in the middle and a wonderful wild garden surrounding, a little piece of England countryside in the middle of a city. He led her through, pointing out wild flowers that grew on the moors and picked a small bouquet for her. They made it to the small barn and a couple hostlers said their hellos. He took her inside to the cool and dark, sitting on one of the many buckets around. It smelled of deep woods and bright sun-dried hay and a smell that is only horses. He clucked his tongue and four heads poked out of separate stalls, the one closest giving a small snort as he munched on his lunch of oats and bran. "That's Jack. He's the best and brightest of all four of them here. And he's the gentlest. Would you like to go for a ride?"