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// The First Misadventure- 
// Story: HorseShoes and Hand Grenades 
// by Mother3Forever 
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	I woke up feeling rather sore, but refreshed all the same. Reaching up to rub the sleep from my eyes, my hands came into contact with something. Namely, my glasses. I guess they just left them on this time. 

I sat up, groggy from the long rest.  Yawning loudly, I made my way out of the room I had been sleeping in. Turning the knob, I pushed the door open, or rather, I tried to. It took me a second, but I eventually realized it was a Pull door.

Walking into the hallway I noticed I was in an unfamiliar house. It looked to be kind of, well.....kind of like something you'd see farmers living in.
I was standing next to a set of stairs leading downwards as soon as I left my room, and I was currently in a hallway with about 4 doors  and some other little things.

Deciding not to snoop around the house, I made my way down the stairs. Halfway down, however, I got a surprise.

A Large, Red Stallion stood at the bottom, looking out through a window. Okay, my curiosity gotten me in trouble before, but really...

What harm could come of saying hi?

I cautiously walked up behind the guy, before opening my mouth and saying two simple words.

"Um, hi there." There was only a split second before I saw his back hooves plant themselves into my gut and send me flying backwards....

Right into a fabric and blanket closet. Note to self.....

"Never sneak up on a horse with hooves the size of my head."