She waited for the order that would inevitably come. “Get on the ground.” “Put out your hooves.” “Close your eyes.” Something that would precede them doing something terrible to her. Yet the order never came. Everypony just stared at her. They were thinking, but Catskill didn’t care what about. When they decided to come for her, they’d come for her. Until then, she was just fine sitting on this millstone.