A White Mare
"a pony, a draft stallion?" "an arabian mare." "estimate value?" the lawyer asked. "honestly... no clue. i know the range of values of arabian horses, but i don't have a clue about her." i paused for a while, thinking.
Outbreak to the Sky
The growing trees however soon concealed this sight, covering above us as the massive draft horses steadily pulled our wagon deeper in. for a half hour we could enjoy the soothing shades until the road cleared again to reveal the residence.
Frank Star's Deepest Desires:
Like a starving lion as my baseball sized biceps grew to the size of a soccer balls, then up to basket balls to big water melons as they swell and balloon with power, and the triceps followed nearly at the same time as they look like they belong to a draft horse