"Nothing, just didn't think you were into bows is all, being a colt." There was a trio of snickers coming from all around Handy from the other foals that was suddenly shushed after a few clippity-clops of tiny hooves, indicating wee little Hide Bound had turned around and shushed up their mirth at his expense right quick. Handy was getting quite annoyed at all these rambunctious youths hanging around his cart and threatening to expose him to the world at any minute. Yet there he lay, stiff as a board, trying not to cause a single sound that would draw the foals’ attention back to the box that contained a horrible monster.