Life in a Stable might teach a mare many things, from how to diplomatically deal with irritable ponies crammed into a metal box, too how to successfully evade these same ponies and just how to snoop out their less pleasant aspects for reporting to the Overmare. Sure, some of those qualities might prove themselves useful amid the wider aspects of the wastelands, they said nothing about where to hunker down for the unforgiving night, how to deal with vicious zebrican-influenced raiders, or in this particular instance…Just what to do when the ground treacherously liquefies and begins sucking a startled Stable-dweller into it’s stinking depths.