It was the perfect, bright red barn with white trimming of picture books. The doors were almost half the size of the barn and opened wide, allowing a view of everything found inside. Floor wasn't wood or carpet, just hard packed dirt and random piles of yellow straw spilled over different sections. One the lest side, near the back, was a long wooden table connected to the wall and it was covered with many different tools. The right back side of the barn were wooden stalls that split the area into 3 different segments. And it smelled odd. There was a sweet odor that seemed to cover the scent that otherwise would have been gross, for it consisted of varying animals excrement. Yet somehow, in the perfect red barn, everything worked together to create the ideal barn atmosphere.
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