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You're positively panting by the time you arrive at the stables. You're hardly fit enough for the world to expect you to pull so much weight such a distance, you sulk as you catch your breath.

"Hoo hoo hoo," warbles Brute, sniffing the rich equine air. Dirt and feces abounding…if there were only bananas here 'twould be the trifecta of the ape's favorites, you think, patting the cage absent-mindedly.

You call out a halloo, leaving your luggage at the entrance and peeking your head inside. Turning from his bench, a tall man meets your eyes.

Onward