You stir in your stall, your coal black eyes opening up to the light of day which trickles through the boards of the barn. Excitement runs through your veins. Today was the day, the day of the big race, a race you've been training for the past several months for. Last year you won the race, stunning everyone with your speed. This year your defending that title.
Quietly you move to your hooves, careful not to wake the others in the barn. Sally, your girlfriend included. Silence continued to cast its shadow over the barn. They hay rustled softly under your hooves as you move over to the trough of water. Without much thought you take a long drink from it, letting the cool water moisten the your dried lips.
Bringing your eyes down towards the water your striped reflection stares back. It took a few moments of staring down at yourself to realize that your pride, the black stripes on your pelt, are missing. Most of them anyways. Only the stripes on your face remain. Startled at this discovery you take a few steps back. Your rum hits the gate of the stall, soon you find yourself standing in the middle of the passageway between your stall and the opposing one.
Still in silence you decided to go look for the cause of your missing stripes, aiming to retrieve them before the big race later that day. Your coal black eyes stare down the passageway wondering which way to go.
1. Towards the front of the barn and into the driveway of the Walsh farm.
or
2. Towards the back of the barn and into the pasture.
