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Fresh air. The great outdoors. A good saddle. A beautiful mistress; and light too; she's oh so light. It's like she's not even there sometimes. Lots of yummy grass and trees and berries to eat. None of that stale straw the feeding man used to give me. I'm so happy. Soooo happy.

Oh my. What was that sound? That's not a good sound. I don't like that sound at all. I think I'll leave now to avoid the sound; to avoid whatever made the sound.

Will Save vs DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Will Save vs DC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Ooo. so close. Frightened 2 it is.

My mistress is ok. She says everything's fine. She's patting me. I like it when she pats me. I won't run. Everything will be ok. My mistress will take care of me. I hope. I mean, of course. Of course she will.

"Neigh!"

Ends turn at Frightened 1.

I don't know about Zabu. He seems mean... Mean, mean, mean! But dang if he doesn't have a great plan. I think we should follow his great plan. We can't possibly go wrong by following his great plan. I'm so happy.

My new mistress is great. Better than great. She's the best ever. This new saddle is a dream. So comfy. Much better than anything the feeding man used to put on me. The new saddlebags are amazing too. So pretty. Not as pretty as my mistress though. She's beautiful. And light. Oh so light. It's almost like she isn't there. I'm so happy. There is something a bit odd about her though. Sometimes it's like she doesn't know what she's doing and then at other times it's like she's an expert horseman. A bit strange no? But so what? I'm so happy! Happy, happy, happy!

This place is boring. The food is boring. The feeding man is boring. The rest of these horses are boring. My life is boring. Might as well send me to the glue factory now and put me out of my misery.

Hold on! What’s this? Is it a customer? What a pretty little lady she is. Such a colorful mane she has. Looks like she wants a pony. She looks the ideal size for me too. You-hoo! Perfect pony over here! Pick me, yes me! The rest are boring nags. Maybe if I smile she’ll like me. Oh oh, how exciting; she’s looking right at me. I’ll shake my mane a little to say hello. How about a whinny. Let’s try one. Uh oh, too much, too much! She stepped away. No, really, I’m a nice pony. Really I am! She’s closed her eyes. Now what’s she doing? Who’s she talking to? Her eyes are open again. She’s looking right at me. Yes! She picked me! I’m the winner. Yay! Take that you smelly nags; the nice lady chose me. Me! Not any of you, me! I hope she’s kind. She looks kind. A whole new life of adventure awaits. How exciting. Sayonara, losers.

Neeeeigh!

Neigh!