“Ma’am, we’ve asked all residents of Grimbush that they stay inside until we get the situation handled,” she said. The fat mare only rocked and stared into the woods. Grit mumbled something under her breath, spreading her wings to lug herself up to the porch where the mare sat. Grit waved a hoof, smiling like there wasn’t enough skin on her muzzle to allow one. “Please make your way indoors, ma’am. If you need help getting there, we’d be more than happy to escort you.”