09-29-2021, 10:58 AM
The tobiano youth snorts and says nothing. She looks at the tree, mesmerizing. ”Sorry tree,” she says - remembering that it had been struck by lightning weeks ago just because she was running by it. Then the lavender colt speaks and she frowns at him. ”There was a bear here. Perhaps he is bollocks. Maybe they’re angry at him.” She tilts her head slightly, then shrugs. Bear? What bear? ”The black and white one, Seven.” Keeping track of her voices is important, she knows. Maybe you are the bear then. Her head shakes. ”Nonono. I’m Llorona, not a bear, Three.”
She is suddenly aware of the colt again and she smiles. ”Oh, hello. Where is your mother?” she asks as if he is a lost child she just found in the meadow.
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She is suddenly aware of the colt again and she smiles. ”Oh, hello. Where is your mother?” she asks as if he is a lost child she just found in the meadow.
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