|I also hate the stupid windows that are too high to see anything through properly.|
|I also hate the stupid creepers.|
|Aaa! Run! Screenshot grabbed in panic mode.|
|The green bird seems to be tagging along to watch the show.|
|Man, I stink at this.|
I walked sheepishly back to my hut, climbed to the roof, and methodically destroyed the ceiling block by block. I felt I had to destroy the killer ceiling, even if it was sort of removing the barn roof after the horses were dead - or however that phrase goes. Then I placed the memorial signs I had crafted overnight.
There was a horse on the outskirts of the herd, communing with a cow and a duck. This was a dark brown horse, not quite as premium a model as Squares the black horse had been (the horses are color-coded so you can tell which ones are the fastest and toughest), but here was a horse
who was open to hanging out with other species, who was seeking new experiences outside his herd. The fact that he had chosen to commune with herbivores rather than with lions I took as an encouraging sign that this horse might be possessed of some scrap of intelligence.
Looking around, I noticed that a lion was attacking one of the other horses in Boxter's herd.
|Hang on, horse! I'm coming!|
Miraculously, I managed to dispatch the lion without injury (through my cunning strategy of clicking on the lion as fast as I possibly could), saving Boxter's friend.
That did the trick. Boxter let me ride him at last, and we rode off northward, the sun shining bright and yellow as it rose.
To my surprise, Boxter jumped in the pit of his own accord, even before I was finished digging it.
Boxter jumped out of the pit, bounding off into the twilight, dashing all hopes that I had that building this shelter would actually be easy. A few minutes of frantic digging and horse-chasing later, Boxter and I faced each other in the pit.
I ignored him. He might be all set in his pit with high walls and no ceiling, but I was feeling distinctly unsafe. There were monsters like spiders and possibly Spooky Cow which were capable of getting into pits with no ceilings. I decided to dig myself a safer retreat in one end of the shelter, carving a tunnel that went back several blocks so if anything tried to come at me, I would have room to shoot it with a bow. No sooner had I built the tunnel and retreated to the end than a sheep landed in the pit, flashing red with falling damage, and then turning to stare at me, as if blaming me for interrupting its nighttime stroll.