It took several days for Dorothy to fully recover. Her clothes were torn when she climbed down from a large tree, or when she was caught in a tree thrown by a Cyclops. The nymphs neatly mended her clothes. The clothes were spotless and as good as new.
"Thank you very much," said Dorothy to the nymphs.
The nymphs responded with lovely smiles. The nymphs looked like the women of the Pre-Raphaelites. The air around the nymphs seemed pure and clear. Perhaps the bodies of the nymphs exude ether, she thought.
Dorothy wanted to get off the mountain and asked for directions. The nymphs had the same reaction as before. The nymphs did not understand what she was saying and smiled.
"I'm in trouble. What should I do?"
As Dorothy sat down by the fountain in despair, she felt someone's gaze behind her. When she turned around, Pegasus was there.
"Don't you know?"
She asked, thinking she was talking to herself, but Pegasus nodded his head.
"What do you mean you know?"
Pegasus nodded again. Then he turned his head to show his back.
"Do you mean to ride on your back?"
Pegasus nodded and crouched down. He was trying to make it easier for Dorothy to ride.
"OK."
After riding Pegasus, Dorothy had a sudden realization. She had never ridden a horse. No, it happened once when she was a kid. It was a pony that she rode. She was thrown off in no time. Her wounds had just healed, and she didn't have the confidence to walk long distances without riding Pegasus. She whispered into Pegasus' ear.
"Please walk slowly. Don't rush."
Pegasus did not follow Dorothy's orders. Instead, he fluttered his wings, kicked the ground with his front feet, and soared high into the air.
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The Argo Goes West
Science FictionIn 1900, creatures from Greek myth began to invade America, where the frontier line had disappeared. Theodore Roosevelt builds the Argo, a battle train and heads to the west where monsters await!
