The Mare

Ginger

Before we got on the train, I took some pictures of her in the stable. I made sure I got as many as possible of Velvet with the one actual pony and the colt. Of course there were other pictures too; I had dozens of them. I thought, We can show them to the mother after she’s met me, after she sees how happy her daughter is, how unharmed. Hopefully she will skip over the thing about the little ponies, think it’s a misunderstanding. After all, the agency person hadn’t really stressed the part about the ponies. She had stressed that we were nice and that everything we might give her daughter to do was safe.

Or maybe we just won’t show the pictures at all. I could just say I forgot them.