It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.
A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.
Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.
Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.
An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.
When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?
Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.
A horse can lend its rider the speed and strength he or she lacks, but the rider who is wise remembers it is no more than a loan.