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The shadow that was barely able to make out was walking down the halls of the stalls, the sound of rubber boots tapping on the floor. "Uhh...Okay, just be careful please," she mumbled, tucking her head in between her front legs.
The clanging of hoof meeting metal drowned out the noise, and Yang was too concentrated on her work to notice anything. "Sure," she replied. "Don't worry, you'll be out of there soon, Roxanne!"
"I'm not sure, Yang. You see, this thing is not only locked and as hard as a rock, but there's a twoleg coming STRAIGHT towards you!" Roxanne cried, the human just a few paces away with a barbed whip, a halter and lead rope, and a dart gun just in case.
Pheobe was at the edge of the farther herds, her face stained with tears, mane unkempt, and eyes bloodshot. She hadn't slept all night and was tired out from sobbing. The older filly plopped down under a mangled willow tree and looked out over SkyHerd from the little hill she was on, watching the horses closely. Everyone seemed cheerier. Except for her.