‘It’s not a good thing,’ said Apple Rose with a burp, ‘for a mare to go too long without marriage.’
‘Uh huh.’
‘Iss true! You get all...’ she gestured vaguely. ‘Forget how it works.’ She peered at Smith like noticing something for the first time. ‘Not you, Smith! I didn’t mean...’
‘Uh huh.’
‘You know any good stallions round about...round about here?’
‘Nope,’ said Smith. ‘Look, why don’t we get you upstairs?’
Apple Rose squinted. ‘You never liked no stallion, huh?’
Smith sighed, accepted the fact she wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. ‘Alright, who was it this time, Rosey?’