And so the horse arrived before Hare. It was a miserable nag, dragging behind it a tank with benches, unable to move but more than a staggered sort of gallop. Each dash forward startling its disjointed carcass, shaking its collar, and scattering its earth coloured mane, glistening and green like the beard of an old mariner. The animal mournfully raised its shoes, as though they had been replaced by paving stones, its hooves swollen like tumours.