"Watch, I'll show you!" your sister shouts. She stamps her feet in a huff before climbing in to be next to Maybel. The large mare looks her up and down and nudges her shoulder.
"That means she wants to eat you!" you insist, pointing at the horse's head.
"Does not, dummy," she scoffs. "Watch, she won't want me at all."
Your sister holds her hands out under Maybel's nose. The clydesdale sniffs at her empty palms.
You sister, her hands still out, looks back at you smuggly. "See? She can tell I'm not food."
She turns back in time to see Maybel run her large flat tongue along the girl's hands.
"You sure about that?" you ask, cocking your head.
"Uh... pretty sure..." your sister sputtered, a little less certain now. Before she could pull her hands away, Maybel wrapped her lips around them and pulled.
"WHOA!" your sister yells as she lurches forward, her hands are now in the mare's mouth, up to the elbows. She tries to pull them out but can't get any leverage. She looks back to you and seems to be about to ask for help when Maybel takes a loud gulp, pulling your sisters arms into the mare's throat and her head disappears into the horse's mouth.
What do you do?
