The little horse makes a plan

That evening the little horse quietly sipped water while the big boys sat around in the bar. He did not let on the plot he was hatching.

At night he enjoyed the fancy sculptures made out of the towels, decorated with flowers. He washed up for bedtime, never letting on that he had ideas of his own. He slept restlessly, dreaming wild dreams of running free through high grass prairies. Sometimes he thought he was being chased by wolves. He woke with a start, early in the morning.