CH.2 Need A Light
I woke up in what looked to be some sort of old-fashioned brightly lit house. "Thats wierd it smells like apples," I thought, " Huh guess when you have a bad dream you smell apples."
It was then that it all came back to me and with a swift tug I threw the apple embroidered quilt off and saw exactly what I didn't want to see. Yeah still a horse... Well that's not good.
Upon further examination I saw that I was a light brown horse and seeing a mirror close by I had slightly short hair with a slight curl to the ends (Would it be mane? I guess so.) at least God had the sense of humor to give me my slightly out of regs haircut. My eyes were also light brown so so far everything was matching up ok, aside from being a horse. I then examined my legs and saw that I had a weird tat on my ass cheek, upon closer inspection it looked like a wrench tightening a bolt. This made me smile even more at the sheer irony that you can't escape what your good at. "Well," I thought "Guess I should see if I can still walk". Pushing myself up with my hooves...Goddamn it I mean HANDS!... Meh fuck it adapt and overcome I guess.
Well anyways pulling myself up I swung both legs over to the end of the bed and noticed the slight drop to the floor. "Huh", I thought, "Guess things are bigger here". Shrugging it off I hopped the side and landed on my... Hooves. After much flailing which made me feel like a jackass I gave in to my common sense and was down on all fours. It was definitely not my most graceful of steps but I got the walking bit down and despite being sore and having a slight headache felt pretty good. I noticed not far from me was a dresser that was bright red and had green apples for knobs and on top of said dresser was my Kevlar. Walking over I got a better look at the damage done and almost shat a brick considering how close it was from hitting my grape, I was pretty damn lucky, but considering what was happening I remained skeptical. Looking down I noticed a drawer was cracked, so being the bored bastard I am I opened it.
What was in there made me slightly happier it was my Flak Jacket, but it was whats on it that made me happy. Two packs of menthols, my Zippo, and a few tools that I used for quick fixes. Now what I needed was a way to get those off my flak and put em in my pocke... Shit naked horse me. Well I might as well pull them off that flak, it was pretty shredded up anyways like something ripped it off of me. Using my mouth since I didn't wanna try my hooves I bit down on the shredded remains and immediately regretted it. I forgot how much a guy sweats when he has to do 3 day long convoys in the desert sooooo the taste was less than palpable. So after sacking up I bit the jacket and tossed it to the bed. Step one done next step the smokes.
Using my noodle I devised a half assed plan to use my nose to push up my pen that was hangin loosely off my Flack and with my mouth use that to push out a pack of my smokes out of the frag pouch that they were in. After much fumbling I managed to dislodge the smokes and the lighter! Fuckin sweeeeeet. "Now then," I thought after I used my mouth to pop the pack open and retrieve the cig "How the do I use the lighter!". It was then that I heard a knock on the door and before I could do anything it opened. Stepping inside was an orange horse with what looked a cowboy Stetson hat on. On its back was a tray of what looked to apples, pie, and juice. "Well hello partner geussin ya feelin a might bit better hope y'all got an appetite for some good eats." Considering what had taken place today I think I took the talkin horse offering me food better than I thought "Holy shit a talking horse!" Yup smooth like pudding. "I beg yer pardon sugarcube?", was all I got out of it before,
once again, my head spun and I blacked out. My last thoughts were,"Damn I hope I don't break my cig...".
WELL THERES CH. 2! STILL FIGURING OUT THE PROOFREADING SHIT SINCE IM NEW TO THIS. SO PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS. ALSO ANY FUTURE IDEAS WILL ALSO BE A PLUS!