Meera walked into the barn, smelling the musty, yet farmilliar odor of the barn. She loved that smell and wished for nothing more than to smell it many times in a day. Not really because it smelled good, just because it meant that she was in the stables or around horses. Both were things she loved. She leaned her arms on the edge of one stall door where her horse Enzo was eating his meal. Later she would take him out for excercise. But now, she had to take care of the other horses and let him finish eating. She looked around the stables and thought, -I wonder where all of the stable hands are- and crossed her arms over her chest. She would have to teach them not to be late next time.