repeated, smiling faintly like it was a compliment. “You can pull a lot. You’re sturdy. You don’t need the extras. But Mia—she’s a show pony. She needs special care. That’s just how she is.”
A cart horse. A beast of burden. Something you feed just enough to keep it working. You don’t braid its mane or take it to shows. You hitch it to the cart and expect continue reading …