If your load has you chapped and sway-back, and you’re not sure how it got there, come together with a bunch of other mares, studs, and rub it off.
See em? There’s a herd of em over there, see?
Get over there and persuade as many as are standing to mosey into the corral so we can rub up against each other and scrape off these old harnesses and broke down wagons and get some sun on our backs.
There! Awesome! Ahhh! Feels good! Thanks, y’all.
Alright! Let’s go back out in the field and run our butts off, and eat some food and give each other our scents so when we wake up from our snooze-time we can hang out more…
One day, I went back into the corral and saw our old pack loads still laying there, and there’s mine, sniff, sniff and look- there’s still some good stuff in it I hadn’t noticed.
I wanna just saddle up to that thing, and get it in shape to try it back on, just for haws- I thought.
I never thought I would want to carry another load, but for some reason I do. Funny.
I kept getting the urge to go back in that corral and trying it on again.
So I did and I  just tromped my old pack until it had a whole new look and feel, and I looked inside and there was a tag that had my name on it and it said custom-made for me, high-capacity, suitable for a real draught horse, to deliver goods all over the world, and with fine print care instructions.
I pawed my refurbished pack back on, and the others noticed how good it fit and looked on me, and they trotted back on in there and started tromping too.
I don’t know why, but I just feel so much better delivering the goods.