Cape? Check. Helmet? Check. Guts? Check.
He nodded as he finished his checklist the older fillies and colts had told him. The first hurdle one had to overcome was escaping the gaze of the Watcher, who sat by the door and, well, Watched things. He’d finally figured out how to escape her, by bribing another colt with a cookie to ‘skin’ his knee in the opposite corner. While the Watcher was distracted, he reached the second obstacle.
The Fence.
This one was easy, because it couldn’t see you, but getting past it was still super hard. He’d heard about one colt who’d jumped right over it, but that had to be a fib. Right? In any case, he’d worked out how to do it. The new filly had brought a toy truck that her father had given her, and while she was watching the Watcher tend to the ‘skinned’ knee, he borrowed it and pushed it to the Fence. Climbing atop it, he could barely jump to the top and shimmy over.
No time to stop. The Watcher would be returning soon. The third obstacle, the Hallway, loomed before him. There were occasionally grownups walking down the hall, but he’d picked a good time and it was empty. Galloping toward freedom, he turned the corner and bumped into a New Thing, a challenge the other foals had never told him about!!
“Breaker, how in Equestria did you get out here?” Nimbus asked curiously, picking her son up and carrying him back to the Bureau daycare.