The purple rope-like hairs dangle in front of your face, inviting you to grab hold. Even though this is probably not the time or place to take risks you find it impossible to resist. Grabbing a clump of hair you haul yourself upwards, mindful of your grip and the swaying motion of the horse's tail. You stop occasionally to catch your breath and rest, then continue upwards in short bursts/ Soon you near the part where the tail meets the body, the dock you think it's called, then stop. breathing hard. You are seriously out of shape. Why did you even come up here?
Climbing all the way to the top of the head's out of the question.
You're too tired to climb back down.
Look's like your only option is to stay here and wait until she gets up.
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