'If wishes were horses,' Lucy thinks to herself as she walks along the grey London street, one foot on the sidewalk and the other in the street, scuffing her shoes in a way that would have Susan in a tizzy and ignoring the whispers of passersby, 'I should have to find a rather large stable to keep them in.'

'If wishes were horses,' thinks a slightly older Lucy, toting a horrid pile of textbooks to her next class because apparently, her last year of school meant that she absolutely must take a completely ridiculous number of exams, 'then I would be able to escape this tiresome place on horseback and be as free as the wind.'

'If wishes were horses,' Lucy thinks as she lets herself be pulled into a wild romp with Animals of all sizes, to cries of further up and further in, 'then I think the world would look rather like it does right now.'