A long strip of grass had been stomped into nothing and now the earth refused to grow more. Across the dried and slightly crumbling dirt, a stallion paced, as if often did while lost in thought. It was obvious that this spot was a favorite of his. Halting for a moment, he peered over the rim of his shades, observing the world beyond. Eventually he blinked and turned, beginning the cycle again.
It was on dry and lonesome days like this that Grindery had all the time in the world to think. It wasn't that he minded solitude, no, it was quite the opposite. Watching other horses could be interesting, but being on his own provided him time to muse and create, his mind ever clicking along.
On a similar eve not long ago, he had formulated a trap from branches and leaves, lining the inside as far as his muzzle could reach with clover. The next morning he had found a rabbit, tangled and scared within. He had released it, biting and destroying the cage. That rabbit wasn't food. While he enjoyed a bit of meat, he was happy to know that his invention had worked at all. When he perfected it, he would partake in a meal.
And so, on this particular day, with no fellows to observe, he fell into thought about the cage again. "I wonder if I could..." he spoke out loud, his voice strong and decisive. Away from his path and towards the trees he stepped. "Thorny bushes would bleed out the prey in advance, but cause undue suffering..." He mulled over the possibility, his eyes passing over bushes with said thorns and bushes covered in vines. "Vines may strangle... perhaps my original design was better suited after all..."
