The title promises something spooky or sinister. Prior to the performance, writer and actor Casey Jay Andrews explains to the audience the basics of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse found in the Book of Revelations, but it’s drawing a long bow to link either of these to her more tame narrative.

Casey is an accomplished and clear raconteur and ideally suited to tell her tale. She writes with the familiar device of simultaneously advancing disparate anecdotes that blossom into stories and you guess the connection. The stories are familiar and warm-hearted but what little that is dramatically at stake for the protagonists is tempered by humour at the fancy of their actions. Casey’s enthusiasm thus seems over-egged and it’s all very cute. They say it’s best to write what you know; all the principal characters are female, even the horse, and the few males are not very nice. The ending is tied together like a parcel and presented to you as a gift.

And by the way, horses aren’t saddled up in their stalls waiting for someone to steal them.