one day we were waiting outside one of the london parks when a dirty old cab drove up beside ours . the horse was brown, with bones that showed through her coat. I was eating some hay and the wind took a little of it her way. the poor animal put out her long thin neck and picked it up, then turned and looked for more. there was a hopeless look in her dull eye and i wondered where i had seen her before .then she looked straight at me.