I stared up into the face of a huge centaur.

"A human," He said in an irritated voice, like I was a pesky mosquito.

"Hello," I said cheerfully. Happiness is contagious you know. "I love your fur."

He shifted awkwardly, like he wasn't sure how to reply. "Thank...you..."

"I've always loved horses. Not that you're a horse of course--hey that rhymed!" I giggled.

He smiled. "I do love rhymes."

"How about this one then?

I'm going to Anne's barn

I should have brought some yarn

so I can knit and knit

ummm... what rhymes with knit?"

"Obviously you are not a child of Apollo," he said, smirking. "I am actually," I giggled. "Obviously you've never met my dad."

"A child of Apollo!" He said in a shocked voice. "Us centaurs are great fans of your father."