I couldn’t quite make out the words to the song, but it was very familiar.If I didn’t know better, I’d believe I was actually back in my twenty-...irst century home. But I did know better.“You’ve gotten quite good with the colors, my dear. They’re very realistic and quite beautiful,” I said, turning to Dream Laura who was sitting beside me with a glass of ice tea in her hands. “I’m always glad to see you, love, but why now?”Dream Laura gave a soft laugh. “Yes, I quite enjoy the memory of all the. We decided this summer that we needed to think through our future and do some rough planning rather than having life just occur without planning.”Claudette and I did talk. We were interested in the shop and would start to start a family shortly after this ball season begins. Claudette would finish this year and quit teaching to raise children and watch over our money as we planned for more future. We went through the holidays taking up a new hobby, shooting. Neither of us were new to guns but. Like Dany and Leslie, each of the ponies surrounding them had their hands and feet locked in the pony arm-gloves and stockings. Every limb ended in a flat hoof with a shiny metal horse shoe. The garments were locked on them permanently. Only the trainers could remove them and they almost never did.The workhorses got to wear dignified beige on their limbs. Their garments were wrapped with metal studs around their biceps and thighs. Dany, on the other hand, had his arms and legs locked in shiny. They stopped right beside their fallen friends, but didn’t even notice them. I jumped from my hiding spot ruffling the leaves of the tree just enough for the pair to look up, a bad move on their behalf. Their faces filled with surprise as they saw me like the Angel of Death, flying at them fist clenched. I nailed them both squarely in the forehead, knocking them over. I landed, my arms slamming into their solar plexuses, winding them. I didn’t give them a chance to recover and smacked them.