It probably wasn’t the best idea to piss off a clydesdale already in a bad mood, but his constant moaning made it hard to think. I couldn’t remember if we’d already passed the same patch of cattails, and our maps were painfully outdated as it was. I couldn’t even use the stars to tell which direction we were headed in. Frustrations stacked into an unstable tower, the next mosquito bite or tangled hoof threatening to knock it over.