You thought to yourself that hiding in the pile of hay will give you some cover. Far better to be under the cover of hay than be exposed out here in the open at this height. You bolt to the hay at your full sprint but the distance between it and you is like running a full football fields length. You're fit as any person who works out occasionally but your no Usain Bolt. Sweat beads pour down your back as you run in both fear and adrenalin. "I must hurry" you think, "Any delay can be fatal." True to form you hear a massive deafening sound. BAM! The unmistakable sound of the stable doors opening....Someone or something is entering!!! The stable doors opens behind you and daylight shines on your sweat-drenched back. You have no time to look, you sprint to the pile of hay, double-time. You are almost there you can nearly make it!
Unknown to you, Zimmerman is leading a horse to it's stall, having spent a few hours outside. As he leads the horse in, its hoofs clamp on the stone floor, ridiculously close to the pile of hay where you are heading towards. A huge shadow looms over you as you make one final dash to the pile of hay. You can now ses the horse towering above you like a huge monolith of beast and fur. The horses' hoof is about to slam down again....RIGHT ABOVE YOU!!!! You can see the chunks and wear of its horseshoe and mud caked hoof. "No not like this!" you think. You keep on running to the hay, closing your eyes in desperation or in antcipation.
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