Potty Break

"Oh look, he's coming this way!"

"I really do hope he wants to ride us!"

"Shh! Here he is!"

The man looked around the vast expanse of the stables, as if he was searching for something.

"Hello? is anyone here?" He called.

The horses silently watched him standing, waiting for a reply. After a brief period of time, he walked back outside, muttering under his breath.

"I could of sworn I'd heard someone. . ."
"Hello? Hello there?"

The man spun around to face the source of the voice. It was a middle aged woman with copper hair. The horses knew her to be the owner of the Estate.

"Hello, welcome to Steamboat Stables. I'm Marge."

"Hey, I'm Hugh Jaweeni."

"Looking for a horse? you look like a jockey."

Hugh laughed "That's very observant of you, I am indeed a jockey. But I was actually wondering if I could use your bathroom. Gotta see a man about a horse, you know?"

Laughter was shared between them.

"Of course. This way, Hugh."

They left the stables, towards the house. The horses noticed something glinting in Marge's eyes. An emotion, passionate, but without any clear direction.

Was the emotion (A) Lust for the jockey, or (B) Greed for the jockey's Wealth