It was a scene of chaos. The pony he'd met at the hospital was up on a scaffolding with her partner, putting the railing on the stairs. Cut-off boards were shoved against one wall, along with a pile of sawdust. Mindful of his bare feet, Dale looked carefully where he was stepping—he wasn't sure about how sensitive their hooves were when it came to nails, but he knew all too well about his own feet.