She froze for a moment, her hand still on the creature’s back. It had a pure white coat, pink mane and tail, and was wearing a small hat with a red cross on it. Loud alarm bells began ringing in Kate’s head—it looked kind of like a miniaturized Shetland pony, crossbred with heaven only knew what, and while she liked horses as much as any other girl, the last thing she wanted was to have one of them in her bedroom.