Bad Horse

There was a sound one morning, of something metalic scraping down the street. And lo and behold, there came a gallop, and a brown horse. It was raining the other day, so probably the metal spike he was tied to sometime this morning wasn't really all that well grounded. So, the horse went on the run, realizing that this was his one chance at freedom! He got all the way up to the intersection, realized this is where cars live, and decided to go back to the field he came from.