Sinkhole Spookyfest hatching thoughts on the hay

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Trundling was such a good word to describe the feel of the hay carts. Extremely relaxed pace, rumbling and swaying from side to side over the gently uneven path, a slow and steady clip clop of the horses leading the ancient looking and prettily decorated vehicles around the grounds. Though Grigori wasn't here to enjoy the festival as such, as long as the horses under his care were still calm and well fed and rested frequently, he found himself appreciating it even while taking more or less the same path over and over on the cart. Even while wearing a costume he hadn't chosen that was weirdly hot in the cooler weather! Even with the itchy hat that was part of it for some reason!

It seemed to be a quieter time in the late evening, this evening particularly still and this was the second loop around the circuit. Cloudy overhead, but he wasn't too worried yet about rain. There was currently no one in the cart but a stop coming up, horses ambling along slowly, all peaceful.

Until.

Splorch!

A half-rotten apple, probably a discarded prize, collided hard with Grigori's chest, making him jump and hit his head on the cab, squidgy apple entrails smearing down the front of his tunic.

Seeing red, he fumbled frantically for the fermenting fruit.

"Hey!!" he barked, throwing it in the direction from which it had come sailing, and he was sure he heard it squidge against another human person... but after the fact, and now at the stop...

He wasn't entirely sure it had hit the person who'd thrown it in the first place.