Okay... time to go. With adrenaline already coursing through your tiny body, you sprint toward the stall door, a massive wall of red painted wood. At this size it would take hours to climb, hours you do not think you have. Thankfully, there was a gap between it and the packed earth floor just high enough for you to squeeze through, though on your belly. Your shirt snags on bits of sand and rock, tearing in a few places, but you make it.
Outside only terrifies you more. At the opposite side of the stable, directly in front of you, is a black shire horse that easily dwarfs the one you just got away from. Worse yet, you as other horses heads in all but one of the stalls. You press your back to the stable door, feeling a panic attack coming on. But, you have to move on, find safety, get help, anything to improve your situation. You start walking toward the center of the stable when movement to your left makes you freeze in place.
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