@thermia

"It started simple. After a ride, <redacted> would give me a sugar cube. Maybe an apple. Then.. I started craving sugar cubes and apples at all hours of the day. I figured out how to jimmi the latch on my stall and sneak down to the tack room where the apples were kept. Before you know it I was breaking out of the stables at night and into the kitchen at the riding center. Apples.. the sugar bowl... whole boxes of donuts, I'd hover that stuff up. Never got caught. Until I did.."