Two streets from where Dave stood, the Ring found itself in a feed bag that had been raised to the mouth of a horse inside a trailer, who later swallowed it without realising what it had done. An involuntary cough from the foreign, unfamiliar item drew the attention of its owner.
“Okay, I think that’s enough for you now.” She said to her horse before removing it and returning to the tow-car.
The owner’s name was Ana Devine, a 37 year-old farmer who had travelled into town both to collect new supplies and to pick up her new horse from the previous owner, said horse’s name being Chloe, a Chestnut Percheron Draught Breed.
Some time later and still a good three hours from Ana’s farm, they were on the open road, no traffic save for the very occasional truck or car. Neither aware that the Ring was in Chloe’s stomach, its properties keeping it from being digested.
And while Chloe was holding her balance as she was taken to who-knows-where, thoughts were running through her mind. The faint lines that could be made along her hindquarters testament to a less-than-perfect treatment from her previous owner so she was rightly grateful for not being near that one anymore, but still had no understanding how this one would be to her.
And the way she was viewed as a tool to be used? She really didn’t like that, but being what she was had no choice in the matter. As a result, more than once she had wished she could be like the ones who owned her. And she wished that again…