At Last, the Adventure, Such as it Is, Begins

The first great thing the little horse was able to experience was a French breakfast. Croissants. French bread. The freshest, most delicious butter in the world. Café au lait.
It was almost as good as oats.

Then off the little horse went, with his four elderly companions, to figure out the metro system. Paris has a wonderful subway system—you can get anywhere on it. And each train line has its own color so the maps are not too hard to read. The little horse waited impatiently, pawing his hoof, as the grown-ups studied the maps. What was taking them so long? He had figured out the route to the Louvre ages ago.