'Stop it.' I said shakily.
'NO!' brayed the old stranger. He pushed his muzzle out of the crack, and let the cold air filled his nostrils. He let out another horrible neigh. 'Stop it!' I said again. He refused. It was the msot chilling sound I've ever heard.
It still haunts my mind to this day. That's when he did it. I saw what he had been doing for the past week. He hadn't been turning around to sleep-he'd been loosening the blot to the beams. now it was so loose, if he jerked the side, the door to the carriage would open...he jerked.
We fell, and tumbled out of the trsan. We skidded down the hill.
A white.
A black.
A blur.
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Another snippet for my up coming fanfic.