Clip Clop Clip Clop. Sammy's hooves could be heard loudly as he ascended the wooden walk plank.
"What's this?" Sammy asked in wonderment.
"It's a ship, Sammy." answered the Titanic's first mate. "It's a glorious vessel and you're taking it's very first voyage."
"What's that?" continued Sammy.
"That is what we call a life preserver. It floats." he answered.
"It's a deck chair, Sammy. Maybe you want to go to your cabin and -"
"Ooh what are those?" Sammy interrupted.
"<sigh> Those are the stacks where the smoke comes out.. Aren't you tired?"
"Oh no. Not at all. Who is that?"
"That is our captain, Sammy. Uh, would you like to see where they steer the ship?"
"Oh yes, please. What is that?"
"What is what?" he asked.
"That. What is it?" Sammy asked anxiously.
"That woud be your own tail, Sammy. Well, here we are at the bridge."
"It's nice" squeaked Sammy. "Can I steer?"
"That would not be possible. That is the Captains job."
"Shucks. Well can I do something to help?" asked Sammy.
"We'll see. Are you sure you don't want to lie down and -"
"Oh my. What is that?" Sammy blurted with saucer-like eyes.
"Again, my friend, that would be your tail."
"Who are they?"
"Those are filthy vagabonds. They have the lower decks." he answered.
Sammy stopped in his tracks. "What - is - that?"
"Oh for god's sake Sammy. Can't you just -"
"Is it a buffalo saddle?" guessed Sammy.
"No....Sammy...it's a door. It's just a door."
"Oh. Can I help now?" asked Sammy.
"We'll see. But first you should go to your room and -"
"Oh my goodness gracious. What is it? What is it?"
"Do we need to make a little sign for your tail, my friend?"
"Ohh right. It's so pink." Sammy replied and smiled.
"Isn't it though. Listen Sammy, I've acquired a royal headache. Perhaps it's best if you -"
"Can I help?"
"YES DAMMIT. Yes, you can help. I'll tell you what. I'm going to get a glass of water. Perhaps you can find me some ice?"
"Yay. I'm off to find ice right now."
And the rest is history.