Dapples in Moonlight
Chewing his mouthful of grass, the grey gelding flicked his tail, swatting off an imaginary fly in the depth of the night. "yes. yes, i do."
Two Wishes
I walked along next to the other horse, surveying him critically- he was a grey gelding, shorter and stockier than me, and i felt smugly superior- i was a stallion, and the little grey horse knew it.