Wild Hoof Leads the Cedar Descent
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white hoof
Too many hooves on this trail. One wrong step and the whole herd goes down...
Golshi
McQueen's scared of mud~. Bet she brought white gloves to a rainforest.
Cap
She's not wrong. These spikes aren't built for wet clay.
McQueen
I merely prefer not to resemble a wild boar before breakfast.
white hoof
Then let the boar lead. Follow my prints—if you can read them.
Golshi
Race you to the bottom! Last one buys green apples!
Cap
Gold Ship, you—!
McQueen
My—MY RIDING SILKS!
white hoof
Three thoroughbreds, one trail... and the wild one knows the way home.