The story of the Crisis

The master's ideas had their own star — a horse named Kriz. During the performances, she flew out from behind the screen, reared up and neighed so that the kids had goosebumps on their skin. Kriz was jumping around the stage, jumping over puppet barriers, and the children were screaming: " More! More!". It was rumored that the Master himself talked to Kriz at night, cleaned her cloth skin and called her the only true friend.
 
When the master's body was found, Kriz was standing in a corner with her head down, as if she was mourning the master. But the very next day, when the old women came to sort out the property, there was no horse: the door was open, and strange hoof-like tracks could be seen on the ground.
 
For a long time, nothing was heard about the toy horse, until six months later, in a tavern in the capital, one warrior mentioned over a mug of ale that a strange horse had once saved his life. He described it this way: gray, like an old sheet, with buttons instead of eyes and very obedient. " I wanted to keep her for myself," he said, "but when I got off, she just turned around and went into the fog ". Of course, no one believed the knight. After all, dolls cannot come to life. Isn't that right?