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
loving wife
his horse
I am a horse owned by a man. I run very fast. I have a sleek brown coat.
What makes you say the loving wife? We've been traveling for weeks and I fear we will be traveling for many more. Do you not miss sleeping in a stables instead of out here in the open? I do, but my duty is to take you to your new home.  Are you strong enough to keep going for many more days? I am getting weaker but I will be fine.... You are such a brave horse. At our new farm, is there anything special you would like us to do for you? I would just like to serve you for the rest of my days! What a selfless horse you are. I will think of something special to do for you.  Thank you for everything! Alright then, lets get back to the task at hand.  We need to try and fix the hole in this tent. It's too high for me to reach. I will love to help! Just hold that rag up near the hole and then I'll try to jam it in there with this stick. Can you do that?