You shake your mane as you trot out to greet the day after the strangeness of whatever that explosion had been. You feel... different, somehow. Like your mind is clearer. You think about yourself.
You are a horse. You technically always knew this, of course, but this was the first time you ever considered this in detail. You're a horse, living on a farm, taken care of and used by humans. And your name is Snowflake, according to them.
There was no doubt about it, you were definitely more self aware and intelligent now. You weren't quite sure how, wondering if the explosion had something to do with it, only to have another strange thing catch your attention: you were hungry. But this wasn't normal. You had already eaten some hay and grass, but it didn't satisfy you. You had a craving for something else. Something... bigger. Meatier. This was a strange idea, as you had never done anything like that before, but still, the craving was there.
Trotting about, you notice the other animals in their own enclosures. You noticed a cow with a huge squirming belly, sheepdog with a bloated stomach almost the size of its body, and, most strangely, the sheep eagerly catching and swallowing some hens that had wandered too close to the fence. Something about this new pecking order on the farm seemed very wrong to you... and yet, also so very right. You knew that this was the answer to your craving. You needed to swallow something alive. But where to begin?
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