"I can't wait to bring her home," smiled the fair-skinned, red-headed woman who sat in the driver's seat, speeding a staggering fifteen miles over the limit. She fidgeted with anticipation, her golden ring tapping the steering wheel with a clink, the prominent diamond glinting as they drove in the moonlight. Her husband nodded, his usual half-smile creeping upon the corner of his mouth. "Maybe the stallions back at home will breed her, and we'll have hybrids!" he pondered aloud, taking off his baseball cap and leaning back. His smile wound into a greedy grin at that thought. They would make millions off of what was in that trailer; she'd already paid for herself, it seemed.
The wide trailer's rickety floor loudly clanged and banged with the slightest pothole, making it hard for the poor mare to sleep. Her eyelids sagged tiredly and she struggled to hold them open, lastly falling into a light, half-slumber after an entire hour of driving on the cracked, old road.
When the beautiful, brand-new crimson pick-up truck came to a sharp turn, the woman heard hooves sliding and became worried. Little did she know, the mare was fine. It was not her hooves causing the screeching. It was the oxidized, old hitch. It took but a single glance at the trailer behind her before- "Mary! Watch where you're going!" She peeled her worried gaze from the trailer to see that the light shifted to red. She thrusted her foot against the brakes as hard and as fast as she could, to no avail. She skidded through the red light and an unsuspecting driver who planned on turning from another street swerved out of control in attempt to avoid her, only to run into the trailer, detaching it from it's rusted, broken hitch and sending it tumbling down the steep slope from the force. The tumbled with it, thrashing against the walls as it quickly rolled.
The rich pair had, luckily, survived the accident with minor injury, but neither the police nor the Emergency Medical Technicians were aware of the missing trailer. They were too concerned about the passengers of the vehicle, and were suspicious of possible drunk driving. The other drivers were both outraged and concerned. The husband had his hands wrapped into fists, fuming, and restraining himself from allowing the angry words to freely flow from his mouth as he walked to the other car to see how they were doing.
Lastly, it landed with a crash and a bang at the base of the hill. Battered and bloodied, the mare wearily slitted open her eyes, her heartbeat throbbing loudly in her head as she heaved rattled breaths. A feeble tap on the dented door with her mousy gray muzzle -- or, what remained of the door, rather -- was enough to knock it down. She felt her shaking hocks around and dragged herself out of the mess of scrap metal and glass, before promptly falling unconcious, laying alone on the cold, crunchy grass that poked her skin. Groggy thoughts ebbed from her mind, finally fading to pure black.
The wide trailer's rickety floor loudly clanged and banged with the slightest pothole, making it hard for the poor mare to sleep. Her eyelids sagged tiredly and she struggled to hold them open, lastly falling into a light, half-slumber after an entire hour of driving on the cracked, old road.
When the beautiful, brand-new crimson pick-up truck came to a sharp turn, the woman heard hooves sliding and became worried. Little did she know, the mare was fine. It was not her hooves causing the screeching. It was the oxidized, old hitch. It took but a single glance at the trailer behind her before- "Mary! Watch where you're going!" She peeled her worried gaze from the trailer to see that the light shifted to red. She thrusted her foot against the brakes as hard and as fast as she could, to no avail. She skidded through the red light and an unsuspecting driver who planned on turning from another street swerved out of control in attempt to avoid her, only to run into the trailer, detaching it from it's rusted, broken hitch and sending it tumbling down the steep slope from the force. The tumbled with it, thrashing against the walls as it quickly rolled.
The rich pair had, luckily, survived the accident with minor injury, but neither the police nor the Emergency Medical Technicians were aware of the missing trailer. They were too concerned about the passengers of the vehicle, and were suspicious of possible drunk driving. The other drivers were both outraged and concerned. The husband had his hands wrapped into fists, fuming, and restraining himself from allowing the angry words to freely flow from his mouth as he walked to the other car to see how they were doing.
Lastly, it landed with a crash and a bang at the base of the hill. Battered and bloodied, the mare wearily slitted open her eyes, her heartbeat throbbing loudly in her head as she heaved rattled breaths. A feeble tap on the dented door with her mousy gray muzzle -- or, what remained of the door, rather -- was enough to knock it down. She felt her shaking hocks around and dragged herself out of the mess of scrap metal and glass, before promptly falling unconcious, laying alone on the cold, crunchy grass that poked her skin. Groggy thoughts ebbed from her mind, finally fading to pure black.
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