The judges would arrive at the pen of the horse, me still within the stomach of the horse. They would ask for the owner to help her up and to make sure she stay put. I would wiggle a little as they look the horse over, even poking me. They ask what she ate, and she would say she does not know. She found her with a full belly. They would thank her for her time and go off to judge other horses.
The owner would pat the stomach of the horse and then tell her "Good girl, but I need you to let her go. I already have someone for you to eat after this." So the horse would then proceed to pass me, all the way through. My first full tour. So tight, but fun. The ride was nice. It took five minutes to get out of the horse. To be pooped out was weird. Not much got stuck to me. I would be washed off with a hose within the pen, then be on my way. I would find my parents with my mother full, appearing to have eaten someone. My brother telling that she was asked to do it, so she obliged. My dad loves it when my mother had a big gut. He was miring.
