You and your group disembark from the bus. Immediately, you step down into what appears to be wood shavings, remains of a tree made to ensure that a horse is comfortable when in a stall, a massive one from your perspective. You walk along it, until you encounter your first, massive obstacle. A large greenish-blackish mass, rather, several of them lumped close together. Your bus full of city-folk is curious. One person walks right up to it, and sticks his hand in.
"It's warm... looks like there's oats in it, what is it?"
"I dunno, but it's a mountain" someone else says.
"It's..." you interrupt. "A pile of horse poop." Everyone gasps. They're so tiny that it even looks like a mountain out there! If the horse's droppings are a mountain..."
"EWWW WHAT SMELLS?" another person says, looking at a stained portion of bedding. Big, to your size.
"Horse pee. We're in his house AND bathroom!" you say. "Maybe it's' a good idea to get back to the bus..."
Suddenly, the door outside opened... footsteps coming toward them!
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