What should you do if your husband suddenly stamps with his hoof like a stallion that’s been stuck in its stable too long—rolls his eyes, raises his tail, and runs straight into the arms of some unknown beauty? Suffer, worry, bash your head against every hard surface, and tear out the last strands you haven’t ruined with chemicals? Or maybe, on the contrary, let him go out to graze in a field—so he can pasture there. He’ll walk around and come back, and if he doesn’t, that’s only for the better. For Sofia, a model wife and exemplary housekeeper, it all boils down to a choice—and, at the same time, to realizing that her own “pasture” still looks quite attractive to other four-legged creatures, too!