...lights beamed from the cracks in the outside of the old, dilapidated red barn. As Ernesto brough Mr Chomps closer to the large doors, he could hear the sounds of various animals neighing and clucking from within. Pushing the door aside, Ernesto lead Mr Chomps within.
It was like stepping back into the past for Mr Chomps. The bright stage lights. The cameras. The adoring audience of small....creatures. He felt like he was home for the first time in a long time. Filipo trotted in behind the two of them and took his place in the center of the barn, the light shining brightly off of his auburn mane. He had the look of an experienced show horse, and he was primed and ready for some serious wood pounding...