111 - Swinging

I'm so hot. I see foam on my shoulders as I strain against the horse-collar. I put my head down and struggle against the enormous weight I'm trying to pull. I dig my hooves in and they slip, screeching on the marble. The whip cracks threateningly. My mouth is plugged with the bar of the bit and I can say nothing, scream no words of protest. I'm supposed to pull the whole Marble Palace.