Dark cherry

Little droplets of sweat, trickle down from my forehead, and into the filthy horse poop.

Flies swarm above me, I swat them away.

My shovel scoops the poo up, and Into the wooden bucket. I repeat this action over, and over again. I have to. Because of course I'm an outsider. An outsider, looking in.

"NEIGH" The kings horse, David snorts. Giving me a fright.

I immediately stand up, and walk towards David, my bare feet sticking to the floor. My hand reaches out, and I stroke his nuzzle.

"There, there David, what's wrong?" I say, because I notice his upper eyelids are furrowed, as if he's worried.

Suddenly, I hear heavy stomping. I sigh, as it's into the distance.

Then I realise, that the stomping, is coming closer.

Oh no.