The air around this time in the bus was generally calm, the passengers taking a liking to their new situation.
"Hey... now I can eat an ice cream sandwich forever!" One male passenger joked.
"If you can reach it!" A female replied. The bus sat running in the barn, set into the straw.
Outside the barn however...
"Alright big fella!" A young teenage girl dismounted from her tall, powerful stallion. Winchester, as he was called, strode into the barn while his owner walked back towards the house.
Inside the bus, everyone noticed how it got a bit... darker. Within seconds, a tall black shadow stood over the bus. You look outside, up at the horse that just recently appeared. Winchester swayed around in the stable, the horse neighing, each one shaking the windows and everyone inside.
"What IS that thing?"
"That's a horse!"
"A horse?"
Winchester's tail swayed, the horse trying to turn himself around. A hoof crashed right outside the bus, oblivious to the 'insiders.'
"We've gotta get out of here!" The bus driver shouted, trying to move the bus. Too late, it was stuck in the bedding.
Down came Winchester's hoof!
CRUNCH. Reducing the bus below to a crushed sandwich, pulpy red goo stuck to the horse's hoof.
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