The master was gone.
My trainer was gone.
The world I knew was gone.
I awoke to find these things (or lack there of) this morning. I was a racehorse. I peered over my shoulder at where the ship, Kenyan Joy should be safely docked. In its stead was the mast, some body parts, a body, and a lone feed bag. I nearly tore into the feed bag to eat, but it had molded into a fuzzy creature. Then it grew legs and transformed into a foal. "Hello, Chakula. I will find you a home." The foal just stared. I instantly fell in love with him. The only problem: no mate.
My trainer was gone.
The world I knew was gone.
I awoke to find these things (or lack there of) this morning. I was a racehorse. I peered over my shoulder at where the ship, Kenyan Joy should be safely docked. In its stead was the mast, some body parts, a body, and a lone feed bag. I nearly tore into the feed bag to eat, but it had molded into a fuzzy creature. Then it grew legs and transformed into a foal. "Hello, Chakula. I will find you a home." The foal just stared. I instantly fell in love with him. The only problem: no mate.
Thanks!