Attacked by the furnature!
A horse story from the perspective of the horse.
I have place of me.
One place of me on cold, on wet, I covered. I warm. I nice. Nice noise. I pull ropes. I bite friends.
I bite. Next. They loud.
I EXCITE YES PLEASE I JOIN!
Other place of me. Roof very high. Changes much time.
Air full. Stories. Songs. Grass songs. Smoke songs. Water songs. Tree songs. So many songs.
Place of me soft ground.
Place of me. Place of sticks. Place of rope. Place of shiny bee.
(shiny bee no move. shiny bee buzz. shiny bee bite. No bite shiny bee)
Place of me sticks tall. Sticks stand trees. Rope stretch between. Shiny bee between.
FOOD PERSON FOOD PERSON FOOD PERSON
Food person protect. Olde Huck take food.
Darby in place of me. Place of me. Place of Darby. Same place.
Now? Olde Huck no place. Lose place. New ones in place. Olde Huck place.
Now? Place of me. Place of Darby. Place of Olde Huck. Same place.
Food on ground. Out side. Place of me.
I tied to post. Out side. Place of me.
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