When it rains hard at my library we get leaks upstairs.
When the leaks collect in pools it attracts teams of horses.
When the horses come they roar, heaving through the library.
But nobody notices.
So I try to make them notice.
I don't know why.
The horses don't care.
The rain doesn't care.
And I am satisfied that there is magic in the world.
No matter what anyone pretends.