““Instinct!" she snorted, "It's against my instinct to stand caged up in a dark stable, or to go out alone across country without the herd to protect me, or to jump those silly striped poles. Come to that, it's against my instinct to carry Jemima on my back at all. In the wild, if you've got something on your back it's because you're about to die. You think about that, young copper.””
