"I admire you," the pig said.
He was looking up, toward the blue sky, into the muzzle of a red horse.
"I know," said the horse. "But I am nothing special."
Of course he was special, even though in terms of grand looks or flashy movement, he had neither.
"You undersell yourself," said the pig. "I am small compared to many of my kind, but I have spots that many don't."
"Yes, the spots are catchy. I don't have spots either. Or a long top knot," said the horse.
"But you smell of horse, this is an exquisite attribute to have," said the pig.
"Perhaps," said the horse, "to another horse."
The White Dogs arrived. They leapt up to greet the horse as usual.
"The pig is right, your smell is fabulous," White Dog said.
Back in the house, a woman worked on a painting. She was trying to capture the smell of her horse. She heard a whinny, and left her indoors to be outdoors, and headed towards the world's most exquisite smell.
