Q is for Quarter Horse

At least a quarter of me is quintessential American Quarter Horse, a quality breed meant for questing after one quarry, cattle.
I'm quiet, never querulous. (Even though I wanted the precious grandbaby's apple, I didn't snatch it.)
No need for a quirt to make me go. I'm ready, without a qualm.
I do have a few quirks, such as I'm queasy at the scent of bear. Here I am checking out bear scat, with a quiver. Goats, too, make me quaver and shake.
I sometimes quit my pace to quell things that look like bears or goats with a stare -- until I'm sure it's a rock or log after all. Making the distinction might not be as difficult as quantum physics, but for me it's quite a quandary.
Sometimes a water trough is scary, but I soon become quiescent and quaff a quart or my quota for the hour. I squish right through quagmires, avoid quicksand, stay steady when quail rise from beneath my feet, trot on through quaking aspen, and march past quartz cliffs without a query.
Quadruple praise (plus a treat) is in order, I believe, for my quarter of a Quarter Horse's large quantity of quaint qualities.

*In answer to your silent question, the American Quarter Horse excels as a working ranch horse and as a quick starter who can run the quarter mile faster than a Thoroughbred.

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