>>31020128I attempted to rub the liquid out of my fur, but without any water and lacking a cloth of any kind, I had to put up with the smell for some time. I did use the channel, though. I waited until I heard both sets of hoofsteps going away from the stairs I had heard the pony come down, and then quickly went, ordering Silver Spoon to look away. She did the same soon after. When we were done, since we still had the lantern, I finally took a moment to really look around the room we were in.
It was wooden on all sides, with a wooden floor. The channel we had used came out of one wall and drained into the other, indicating it had served a different purpose at one point that as a toilet. The chains were attached to the wooden wall, and the nails fastening it to the wood were shiny and new. That was disturbing in hindsight, but my first thought was just how tacky it was to have chains in a basement. Despite tugging the chains did not have any give, and Silver Spoon couldn’t have pulled on them with her broken leg. It hurt bad enough for me with my ribs. In addition to that, the chains were worn and rough, and chafed my hooves something fierce. I did not appreciate it. I wanted out. I foolishly decided to attempt what usually worked to get Daddy to do something for me: Complain.
“These chains hurt and it’s cold! Bring me a blanket!” I yelled. I heard the floor creak upstairs, but no voices responded. “The basement smells! Why won’t you improve it? Why aren’t you using it to store grains or dried fruits? This is the wrong way to use a basement! My Daddy could do better!”
