Day 795:
I spent the day mining the mountain. Most of the time I climb to a high point and dig down until I’ve cleared enough of the hill that it’s sloping gently down instead of deadly sheep-dropping cliff face.
I lost track of time at the end of the day and happened to find myself at the peak of the mountain just in time to take a picture of moonrise when I was photobombed by a non-skeletal horse.
It’s been a long time since I saw an actual horse here, so it was both surprising and a bit pleasing.
This one was definitely not tame and stayed far away from me.
A small part of me wonders if when skeleton horses die they come back as normal horses, and this was my horse coming back to say goodbye.
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Not my lizard brain though; it says OH GOOD SKELETON HORSE GONE.
