Hell Hath No Fury Like A Horses Hooves

Hugh decided that the easiest plan of escape would be to commandeer one of the stable's horses. He waited until late, running his plan through his head. Finally the time was right. Outside the window there was a lattice leaning against the house. As he climbed down into the luxurious rose bushes he felt thorns penetrate his back. The barn was on his left and in front of him was his car, lying on flat tires. As he arrived in the barn, the horses heads peeked upwards.

Buttercup exclaimed "I think he's here to ride us"

"Me first." whispered Rosemary.

"No Rosemary, I will be first I'm more experienced" argued Jennifer.

Hugh approached the stalls. After examining each horse carefully he decided the youngest horse, Buttercup, was best fit for his journey. He checked the tack room, it was sealed with a heavy padlock.

"Looks like were going bareback Buttercup."

He freed the horse from its stable and mounted it.

"Oh dear, Buttercup has never been rode before." Rosemary said to Jennifer.

Hugh, now settled atop Buttercup, gave her a light squeeze around the waist to tell her to go. The sensation provided by the human plus her uneasiness of being rode caused her to crash around, opening Jennifer and Rosemary's stalls. During this excitement, Hugh was thrown from Buttercup's back, landing in a heap on the floor of the stables.

All the horses franticly sprinted towards him exclaiming "I will help you!"

They attempted to assist him with their hooves but, unable to articulate, he was left as a bloody pulp on the dusty, wooden floor. Buttercup nuzzled the part of Hugh, assumed to be his face, and he gave out one last gasping breath.