Santa found it a fine thing to learn to be a tumbler. She felt her arms, back, and legs flexing more easily as she settled to the work. Not to the work only, but to the comforting truth that she and Peter belonged in the circus.
Now and again she would watch Peter's lessons, and more often join him in the barn feeding titbits to the horses. The horse's faces still looked alike to her, pricked ears and long muzzles, but she let Peter tell her about each horse. That was a thing to do for a brother, when he wasn't in a mood. He very rarely was, now—since they both knew Cob's Circus was their home for years to come.