Sam welcomed the familiar rush of leaping. During this time he had figured how to relax and welcome whatever crazy situation was thrown at him. He found himself in a calm, quiet field. He got up and realized he was stuck by his hair. he put his hand to his head and found he was pink. He examined himself to find he was a form of pink equine. "Oh, boy." He said. A white door appeared and Al walked through laughing loudly. "Yeah,go ahead,laugh. What's going on Al?" Sam said pulling burs out of his/her hair.
