Brainstorm struggled to get on his hooves, the harden wood stage didn’t provide much. Didn’t help that Miss Mousey still had her paws on his mane. Brainstorm was fighting for control, he’d fought hard, but it’s seemed hopless. Until, he suddenly felt her paws loosen their grip, followed by some squeaking. He didn’t know how long this moment would last.
 
So, he seized the opportunity and got up on his hind legs. He wasn’t taking any chances. Meanwhile, under Brainstorm’s hat, Miss Mousey was arguing with her boyfriend about their positions. Her boyfriend had gotten squeezed, squished, and smacked, he truly got the short end of the stick, or should I say horse. The two continued squeaking, until Miss Mousey’s boyfriend reached out, and snatched the lock of mane out of her paw.
 
Brainstorm tried to walked awkwardly off the stage. Suddenly, he felt his hooves go up, swiftly.  
“Oh no.” he thought.
 
I wanted to try something different with the shading. Sorry, it took so long. I had a terrible headache.