That's not how any of this works! Horses don't talk! But fine, if it gets us out of here!
[Just call her Wilbur? She was grabbing where his hand directed, hauling herself up and over the lip of the wood, arm extended to him. Her eyes clenched shut, the world a swimming sea of awful colors that made her want to be violently ill, but as long as the two of them could get inside, the cart could do the rest, right?
Wait, was Bob his omen? She'd have to ask him later.]
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[Just call her Wilbur? She was grabbing where his hand directed, hauling herself up and over the lip of the wood, arm extended to him. Her eyes clenched shut, the world a swimming sea of awful colors that made her want to be violently ill, but as long as the two of them could get inside, the cart could do the rest, right?
Wait, was Bob his omen? She'd have to ask him later.]