She scratched it with her hoof. It was a soft metal—softer than her shoes. It looked like the same kind of metal that the spindly poles supporting the pavilion had been made of. In a way, that made sense. If it were cast iron or steel, it would rust if it were exposed to water, and a boat was meant to be exposed to water. If this was a boat, Dale had reason to be confident that his pavilion poles would be unharmed by the rain.