Alice went down the rabbit hole, and missed the bottle marked “Drink Me”.
Unable to go through the small door, she took a left somewhere in the tunnel and got lost. Presumably she wandered through Lórien, had a chat with Gandalf, spent a little time in The Shire…
Alice popped back out of the rabbit hole with a Friesian.
(And possibly an elfin archer. I figure she stashed the archer somewhere.)
Straight out of Lord of the Rings, if we pretend he will gray out:
We all call him “Shadowfax”. No one will ever know his real name, because none of us care. Shadowfax is AWESOME.
Shadowfax has spent his life as an Arena Flower. Going outside the giant sand box was new and scary. Alice rode him in a bridle, and wore footwear for the first few, “getting to know your newly leased horse”, rides.
After hanging with Hudson and the rope-horse crowd that warm up on the access road, Shadowfax settled down, and Alice went back to the back to the hippie-chick self we all know and love.
Bareback in a halter.
It was weird to ride with a horse that towered over Hudson. He’s usually the biggest guy there. Alice said “I think they’re the same height. Look at their withers.”
Hey, look at that. They are. But Shadowfax’s NECK and HEAD are up in the stratosphere.
“Is it strange to have NECK in front of you?” I ask.
It makes my teeth ache, that tall neck, right there, ready to up and smack you in the face at first spook.
“Yeah”, Alice says, “It’s a little hard to get used to. I feel like I can’t SEE.”
She holds up the reins, mimicking a little old lady peering over the steering wheel.
Carlos has teased the crap out of Alice. In addition to the unseen stashed archer, she’s come home to ‘anonymous’ gifts. Gifts with which she may appropriately ride into Middle-Earth: glow in the dark sword, plastic bow and arrows, a lovely shield, a slighty dented tiara…
Oh. And us!