Limestone looked upon the rock farm, her shadow cast across every acre, from the cottage, to the windmill, even the gravel silo which she towered over. She had always wondered how it was like to look upon the whole rock farm from above, to look upon the single location that she had spent her entire life tending to, that was so familiar to her. For a moment, Limestone gave pause as the enormity of the situation dawned on her. This was all that she’d ever known. Nothing else in life had ever mattered to her. And now it looked so small and unassuming, like building blocks for little foals to play with Even the quarry seemed like little more than a rabbit hole. It all looked so fragile. Insignificant.
 
A wicked grin peeled across Limestone’s face.
 
“Yess…” Her voice rumbled across the plains. “Yes! This is PERFECT! Now I am the true, undisputed ruler of this farm! All will quake before my all-powerful presence!”