Momma was with the pony last night. Lily and I have him in the mornings, and we give him a wash with the whammy cloths and a soapy bucket so he's ready for Jade to look after him the next night. I think Momma must ride him too rough because he's always sweating and white-eyed when we get him, pulling tight at his rope and spreading his wide beige lips. He won't settle forever and ever, he just turns circles around the stake. I and Lily get nervy watching him paw scoops out of the backyard soil.

The Rental Heart and Other Fairytales