I've seen stories where the author acts like the horse is a motorcycle, or that basically any animal is a dog.
Not until Henry Wadsworth Longfellow has a writer given me, "The canoe is a horse."
I mean, good on him for knowing that horses aren't native to the Americas, but it's really funny how often Hiawatha pats his canoe and it shivers beneath his hand and leaps forward eagerly, etc.


















