The rest of the horses fly up to you.
"Are you new here?" one of them asks you.
"How could you tell?" you ask.
"You are fighting the instincts of the body. We all were the same at first." he says.
"You are changed by the genie?" you ask.
"Most of us are. Some of us were born here."
"How do we stop falling?"
"Just let the instincts handle the body. Like you are doing while I talk too you."
Written by catprog on 04 December 2018
The end (for now)