There’s no excuse for this story, except to draw horses.

Comics are notorious (no, not “infamous.”  Look it up), for the artists not bothering to learn to draw animals.  Even gorgeous historical series, where draft and farm animals appear in 1/3 of the panels, feature stupidly-observed and -drawn joints and bad heads.  Let’s not even go into those half-paw, puffy hooves.  Now that’s infamous.

I prefer to draw organic things, but if I have to draw a tank or plane, I at least look it up on the Webs or play with a little plastic model.  It’s not always terribly successful, but at least I try, and I try to improve.  I’m even kind of happy with my progress with airplanes.

These days there are some gorgeous comics horse artists.  Mine just come from a history of falling off a lot of horses or getting stepped on by the devious antique brutes.  No, I don’t think they’re sweet, nice animals.  Their closest living relatives are the tapir — and the rhinoceros. When they’re not sneaking around behind you, they’re running you down.  I adore them — but I wouldn’t turn my back on a horse any more than I would on the ocean; for both of them, it’s just too tempting.