Escape while Georgia's back is turned

Texas gritted her teeth as she shook her head. What on earth was she thinking? A chance to escape finally presented itself and she was actually considering sticking around just to try and snag a bite to eat! With renewed determination, she made her way towards the the chair. She paid no mind to the rumbling of her stomach and did her best to ignore the mouthwatering aroma coming from the stove.

Peering over the edge, she frowned as she looked down at the seat. This chair was clearly made in mind for someone of Georgia's great stature, but it still looked worn for wear with two noticeable grooves in the seat no-so-subtly outlining where Georgia's cheeks would rest.

"That poor innocent chair..." Texas joked under her breath. She took in a deep breath and stepped back. After a running start, she leapt from the edge of the table and onto one of the spindles. From there she slid down onto the seat, where she would shimmy down onto the floor and bolt over to the kitchen door.

At least, that's what she planned on doing. In her haste to escape, she hadn't factored the eye watering stench that the seat would carry and how delicate her nose was due to her smaller size. Seconds before she made contact with the wooden surface, her nose was assailed by a powerful odor. It was such a punch to the senses that she momentarily went limp, her body flopping onto the seat as she struggled to catch her breath.

The gasped and wheezed as tried to drag herself to the edge to the seat, her muscles not quite cooperating with her. She barely managed to scoot an inch before they went lax again and she rolled down right groove until she reached the center.

'God Lord... ah think ah'm gonna heave...' the weasel thought to herself. She was as helpless as a turtle on its back as she feebly tried to push herself back up to her feet only fall back onto her face. Her lungs burned with each breath she took, the air around tasting of years old ass sweat and chili farts. Her consciousness was beginning to fade when she heard Georgia's voice speaking over the stove.

"Just a bit more lard and it'll be good to go" the mare said eagerly.

Texas's eyes shot open. Georgia was almost finished cooking! This knowledge lit a fire under the weasel's belly as she willed herself up to her elbows and knees. She moved with renewed vigor, crawling up the gentle slope to the edge of the seat. It would no doubt be a painful landing, but it was still better than the alternative. Progress was very slow, her arms shaking as they threatened to give out on her.