I was constructing a full-scale paper model train on the patio, attempting to properly align the wheels with the track with the help of my grandmother. It began raining, threatening to undo all the work we had made, and so we carried it into the garage so the paper wouldn’t be ruined. An abyssal hole formed between the garage and patio, and I began to extend the track over it. Five men appeared from the garage and helped, continuing to add new rails.
My parents arrived home, pulling into the driveway. I greeted them before turning back around towards the garage, now revealing a stable in its place. A horse came up to the gate, and I asked my parents to tame it so we could drop it into the ever-growing abyss. They said they were too busy, however. So, needing to complete the task, I tamed it myself.