Her hooves thunder against the ground as she races against the stallion. She pours more and more effort into each gallop, trying to get an edge. Faster and faster she charges, nimbly dodging tree and bush. She’s almost there. She can see the old cottage, their finish line come into view but something isn’t right. A presence.
“Hey, Karl. Do you hear something?” a well-built lumberjack says to his coworker, chainsaw in hand.
“Yeah, sounds like a horse galloping nearby. Odd, I don’t recall ever seeing any in this forest.” His mate, a more lanky, but still strong enough to wield a chainsaw of his own replied.
She screeches to a halt, dirt and loam flying everywhere from her sudden stop. Her mother always warned her of humans; they cause nothing but trouble and leave nothing but destruction. The stallion thunders on to win and lets out a whinny of victory. She quickly shushes him, but he’s too proud to listen.
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