"I don't, silly. People always say 'he' when they don't know."
"Well, I say 'she.'"
With the work done, Paul flopped down on the straw and lay there quite still.
"You sick?" Maureen asked in fright.
"No!"
"Then what are you doing?"
"I'm a newborn colt and I'm testing to see if there are any draughts. Doctor Finney says they can't stand them."
"I feel the wind coming in through the siding. I can feel it blowing my hair."
"That's easy to fix." Paul got up and plastered the cracks with straw and mud. Meanwhile Maureen stripped some pine branches and scattered the needles lightly for fragrance.
By twilight any horse-master would have tacked a blue ribbon on the old chicken-coop barn. Maureen called Grandma to come out and inspect. "You've got to see, Grandma. It's beautiful. Misty's going to be the happiest mother in the world."