With a deep yawn she stirred awake, red locks tumbling across her face. She sat up and stretched for

With a deep yawn she stirred awake, red locks tumbling across her face. She sat up and stretched forward, her large breasts creating a deep canyon of cleavage.  She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the field, but after that strange headache she had got so sleepy. She ran her hand through her hair, brushing past her large floppy ears and stopping at her short horns.

Nothing seemed unusual and her headache was gone now, it seemed like the nap did her good. She got her hooves onto the ground and stood up, a long fur tipped tail draped down over the top of her jeans. She started walking to the edge of the field, but kept having this strange feeling like something was different… She felt like she was forgetting something, like she needed to remember… As hard as she tried she couldn’t think of what important thing she had forgot. She walked past her torn pair of sneakers, her now discarded and snapped bra, and the broken sign at the fence edging the field.

She stopped for a moment and looked at the sign, it was hard to make out what it said but it looked like ‘Trespassers will be tra__f__med’ what ever that meant.