Max thought for a while.

He never had a pet before (he had already adopted that horse as his, by the way) - Mum wouldn’t let it. Not because she didn’t like pets, no. Mum loved all kind of animals. But their place was too small to have any puppie.

Would a horse fit inside their house?

Well, it wasn’t exactly a “puppie”, right? Maybe the rules didn’t apply to them.

“Artax. His name is Artax.”

He was pretty sure he knew this name from one of Mum’s favourite movies… He couldn’t remember which one, though.

“Artax. What a terrific name!”

“it sure is! artax, then!”

And little gear noises were heard from inside Artax.

Noises of approvation.

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