“Like I was saying, guys. Luis, we need more cartwheels and handstands during this number. Give me a breakout move when the lights change and …”
The sound of splintering wood and thrashing behind Maxzyne is terrifying. She forgets everything, including the need to stay hidden, and scurries to safety. Goosebumps rise on her arms and neck as a streak of black mane, tail, and hooves pounds past her.
Caesar! She gasps as the frightened horse races toward the ring. Certain that he is a danger to anything in his path, she screams. “Stop! Whoa, Caesar!”
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