Penny woke up from her nap, and as soon as she did, she found out P.B was not in his stall.  The stall doors had been smashed open, splinters marking where it once stood.  I-I can't believe it!  He actually escaped! No no no..... NONONONONONONO!!!!!!!!

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P.B couldn't believe it was happening.  But it was.  Ahhhh.... fresh air :) he thought.  Yes, he had been let loose time to time, but there were those wooden boundaries.  P.B. never liked those.  I mean, all horses at the farm liked to jump, and that post was MEANT for jumping!  Alas, no horse dared to escape.  Until today.  P.B's heart beated a mile a minute.  He wasn't trapped in one small place anymore!  As soon as he jumped over the fence, he decided to go to the wild tall grass fields.  When he entered the boundaries, a new wave of smells crashed into him.  P.B sniffed the grass, air, ground, anything he could get his nose on.  It was delightful!  P.B tromped through the grass, his head barely above the yellow grass, making it hard to see.  As he moved toward the center, he detected smells of new horses.  He carefully trotted over to investigate.  Suddenly, a slightly big filly tackled into him

"AUGHHH!!!" he whinnied, panicked.

"Yesss!!! Did I scare you? Did I scare you???" the filly chirped cheerfully and non-threateningly.  He was grey with some white spots on his body.

"Ummm yes?" P.B said, dazed at what was happening.

"DAPPLE!!!!" yelled a deep voice, and a grey horse with a white forehead came in. "What did I tell you-" he stopped, noticing P.B.  "What is a farmhorse doing here?" he snorted, not unkindly.

(Pretend he doesn't have the gear) "Um, I kind of.... escaped.  From my farm." P.B said.  Before the horse could ask why, P.B told him what had happened in the stables, and how he wanted to explore the "outside world".  The horse swished his tail thoughtfully.  

"Perhaps you would like to come to our part of the fields?" he invited.  P.B eagerly nodded.  It turned out the horse's name was Storm, and he was the father of Dapple, the filly.  Storm led P.B to a certain part of the field filled with more smells of wild horses.  P.B entered a clearing where the grass dramatically shortened, and it was COVERED with horses.  Most of the horses quickly noticed him, probably because of his smell.  Personally, he'd say he'd smell pretty good-fresh hay with a hint of bread (from Kisha/her mom).  Anyhoo, the clearing was filled with murmurs as P.B passed by.  Most of the "buildings" (structures) were made of.... hay bales?  But they were only found in farms!

"Oh, we borrow those from farmers.  They seem fine with it.  In fact, they hardly notice!" Storm explained, seeing P.B's expression.  "Lemme bring you to our leader." Leader?  P.B. thought.  Storm led them to a small wooden crate, with a pile of hay on top.  On top, there was a big, brown horse with a black mane that looked very strong.

"Hello there," said the stallion, noticing P.B. "What have you brought here, Storm?"

"Ah, well, Dapple over here was roaming the tall grass AGAIN.  Disobeying orders, might I add, and I came just in time to see him barrel into this farmhorse." Storm said, Dapple fidgeting under his stern look.

"Hello," P.B mumbled, nodding at the great horse.  "You may call me P.B.  Are you the leader of this herd of horses?" he asked.

The brown horse nodded.  "You can call me Burdock." he said.  P.B now wondered what to do.  The sun was still plenty high, and he could go back to the farm anytime.  Maybe he could stay for a little while...