!!! WHOOOSH !!!
The heavy winds howled against the shed's wall; the icy chill of the wind carried through the few creeks and cracks.
Uriel stood on the creaking floors of the second floor, overlooking the interior of the shed.
The stall doors hung ajar, and the playful mare, Zeresha, had left her own stall to play with the old stallion, Roger.
She circled around the old horse, but he seemed disinclined to do anything but laze about on his belly.
"Hngghhh!" Zeresha neighed and broke into a run, but the old stallion remained still despite the mare charging headlong at him.
At the last second Zeresha jumped and hurdled over the old horse and came to a screeching halt, but the old stallion remained unmoving all the while.
In the end, Zeresha resorted to giving him the good old nudge with her muzzle, but her attempts to get the old stallion's attention seemed to be in vain.
