Finished 00:49. I bet nobody can guess where this is going (presuming anybody is reading this, of course)
Following the little man deeper into the woods, the horse
quickly lost track of where, exactly, she was. This was more than a little
worrying, since she was sure that she had places to be, but whenever she
stopped to try and find her place the little man would coax her further with
his handfuls of clover. She was beginning to regret having followed him rather
than settling for the thistle at the side of the road when, finally, they
reached what seemed to be their destination, a circle of toadstools on which
sat six more short, green clothed humanoids.
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