A movie!

The horse has a cult. Way out there in the future, after the world went to hell and then came back, in a silent humble way, all we had were machines. We missed the breathing, heaving beasts of the past, and pined for the days when we could cover distance on a living thing, that ate and drank of the earth. We never got to experience the free-flying freedom of full gallop - we longed to travel By Horse. So we labored to create from the rusted scraps of past machines a miniature herd, to ride and gather others wandering the slowly recovering land, while entertaining ourselves with music and performance as we search for signs of even one last equine. For we must enjoy the ride - because once you're there, it's over.