Carson held out a red & juicy apple in front of a pearly white horse twice his size, the horse towering over him despite laying down. He frowned a little at the overpowering stench of the stables he currently resides in.

Carson wagged his gloved finger with a small ‘tch’ at the animal as she tried taking a impatient bite of the fruit. His knees sunk further into the compacted dirt floor. His entire body covered in dirt and green smudges of grass.

A quiet and drawn out sigh escaped his chapped lips before he startled at the sound of footsteps approaching. His head craned a little to see the intruder. The horse, Penny, slowly inched closer to the apple.