Help Your New Neighbor

“Yeah, Hold on just a second,” you say, then disappear into your own apartment to throw on a decent pair of work clothes.

When Sam said "some" of her stuff, she was seriously misrepresenting the amount of things she had to move. Fortunately, you are a horse, and horses have been historically bred to work. Between the two of you, you manage to make a dent in her stuff, but it's nearing noon and the apartment is getting stuffy in the midday heat. You start sweating through your shirt and begin to wonder if you should continue on or take a break.