05/03/2025
A horror story, read it if you dare!
Easton was placidly eating his breakfast without a care in the world except that he was almost finished with his pelleted feed which meant he’d soon have to eat his soaked alfalfa cubes. Eating soaked feed always made him feel like a Dickensian orphan forcing down his daily gruel. As he somberly nibbled at his meal he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of a suspicious figure shambling across the field through the fog. Easton raised his head, bits of alfalfa gruel dripping from his muzzle, and stared in fascination and trepidation at the hu**ed figure that had emerged from the forest like a demon belched forth from the Underworld. It gave him no notice but advanced in a steady purposeful funeral march toward him. Recalling his Thoroughbred agility, Easton wheeled about and faced the ominous creature. Did it mean to attack him? Was it going to threaten him? Would it try to steal his breakfast? Easton was willing to give up his swill of a meal, but not his life! As he stared, hardly daring to breathe lest he draw the monster’s attention, his brain raced with indecision. The fight or flight response was waging a battle, with flight clearly taking the lead, but his hooves were mired in the mud. He puzzled with panic over his options for survival. Staying still and hoping he wasn’t discovered, or fleeing, hoping he was able to outpace this dreadful intruder, were his two best tactics. His ear twitched. His muscles braced. Then, like a nightmare that evaporates on awakening, the creature vanished into the fog. Easton watched with unease making sure it wouldn’t return to make a surprise attack, but it was gone. Quietly he chewed a bit of forgotten chaff stuck in his cheek and braved a sigh of relief. Easton has done what few have. He has survived an encounter with that most fearsome of menaces; the Turkey In The Mist.
