Dale squatted on the floor to allow the nurse to examine his head—since he could move around, he felt no need to remain in the bed. She’d unwrapped the bandages and was gently running her hoof over his bare skull, one of the strangest sensations Dale had ever felt. The edge of her hoof was hard, as he would expect, but the center portion felt softer and slightly warm, and wherever it traveled, there was an odd tingling sensation. He struggled to remember his horse anatomy. He hadn’t ridden one since Boy Scouts, but there was a reason why the shoes were U-shaped. There was something soft on the bottom of their hoof . . . not that these ponies necessarily had the same anatomy. He really wanted a chance to just look at a hoof up close. Really study it.