Without a word, she went back to fixing the wall. She grabbed a lath in her teeth, pinned it in place with her left hoof, and grabbed her hammer in her other hoof . . . somehow. She shifted her left foreleg, bracing with the length of it. He didn’t see how she transferred the nail from her mouth to the board, nor how she started it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He’d long been curious how they managed to make anything without hands, but apparently they’d figured it out. Maybe their shoes had some kind of gripping apparatus on them, or even powerful electromagnets.