Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
choirboy
his horse
I am a horse owned by a man. I run very fast. I have a sleek brown coat.
And what a wonderful performance it will be! I think it will be. Here, have some candy - I think you deserve it after such a long journey.  Oh thank you, you are ever so kind to me! I would be no where without help horse, of course you are deserving of my kindness.  And you are my favourite human!  I love you so. Thank you. Its getting cold in this tent, I ought to fuel the fire with some wood.  Yes, it has been a rather chilly march. Our struggle will not be wasted when the King sees our performance.  Which act will you choose to perform?  The performance must be special! I will first sing the Hymn of his Holiness and then perform Nightmare of the Horse with you.  Oh my, that does sound exciting!  Please, tell me more! In the final scene, I will climb on top of you and do a flip whilst playing the flute. 