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Subject: ))Little Moon((

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Wakara

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Date Posted: 17:21:26 05/18/03 Sun

Gasping. Choking. Dragging each hoof over the earth with force. Can't take much more. Falling. Falling. Earth spins as body hits it. Mare tries to get up again. Hopeless. It was hopeless. Tears. She starts to cry. Her foal stands over her, head tilted at a funny angle. Just staring. Confused. Mother forces a slight smile to young one. Blood burns in her throat as words were gasped out. Final words and final breath. "Find a good mare to take care of you... I'll come... back soon... time for... me to sleep. Goodnight... Wakara... remember� secret�" Head drops to the earth, eyes still wide open with fear. Blood trickles out of the corner of the mare's mouth and from gunshot wounds in the neck and head. Filla stares, alarmed by the blood but peaceful by the words. Tiny ebony hooves move backwards with hast, long limbs almost tangled in the process. Slow at first, then faster, and faster she flees from the scene and into the open. Blue roan coat was ruffled and dusty from the long night. Short ebony locks tickle her neck as she stands among the tall grass. Silence. It frightens her.

~Wakara~
~Little Moon~

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