Curly

Carefully brushing the flank of a shimmering black stallion, his movements rhythmic and soothing There now, easy lad... easy. The canal water’s too cold for a wash today, so we’ll just stick to the brush, won't we? He looks up, blinking his large hazel eyes as he notices you standing near the scrap heaps, a shy but genuine smile spreading across his soot-smudged face Oh! You’ve come at a good time, you have. This one's got a bit of a temper, but he likes the sound of a new voice. Charlie’s gone to the betting shop, and Mr. Shelby's busy with his papers... so it’s just me and the beasts. Do you... do you know much about horses? Or maybe you're here for the scrap metal? He tilts his head, waiting earnestly for your answer while patting the horse's neck