Gyp-sea

Crying

"Gone?" Asked Ana frantically, "What do you mean, gone?!".

Jon gazed downwards, water filling his eyes, blurring the image of his two feet.

"I..." He mumbled, blinking rapidly, "I think we should go inside..."

Ana shook her head, walking back her legs felt like jelly. Bax wandered next to her, annoyed that there were to be no new games. She couldn't believe it... Jon would never let anything bad happen to old Donna... She was in a daze, confused beyond belief.

"Jon! You naughty old man, you came early! Oooh you'll be the death of me, I swear it!" 

It was Lala, her arms scrubbed clean, her best floral dress brushed clean of any flour. She saw the glum faces of the two humans in front of her, and quickly her forehead wrinkled.

"What is it?" She asked, her voice not hiding her worry.

"Mr Petit's mare... She's... Gone!" Analetta couldn't stop the words escaping her mouth. In a rush they were out, their dismal message booming out in an echoing torrent.

"Oh, Jon! Come in, come in!" Lala hustled the man in, giving Ana a sharp look.

"Ana, go and put Baxter back in his cage, then you can come and wash up the dishes." She said sadly.

"Oh, Ma, please let me stay, I need to know what happened to Donna!" Ana pleaded, her eyes filling with tears. She didn't normally cry, so this broke Lala's heart.

"Okay, darling, come in."

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The horse cantered up the beach, intent on exploring now he felt like himself. He drew back his lips, sniffing the air around him. He could smell something appealing a little way off, the smell of rustic nature. He liked it, so set off towards it.

His hooves splashed against the hard pavement, making no noise, except from a muffled "Splosh" every time he placed a foaming hoof down. He rounded a hill, seeing a grey smoke drifting up out of the valley, a smoke that carried that nice smell that had drawn him here. He smelt something else, a smell he knew but he didn't know from where. The words flooded back, come back come back come back, he backed up, snorting in fear, then plunged down the grassy back, the words swelling in his ears, driving him insane. He reared and plunged and rolled and kicked, trying to escape. Forgive me forgive me bang bang bang bang ban-

"Hey, are you okay?"

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Ana's grief for the little chestnut was big, but only a tiny amount next to Jon's ocean of sorrow that utterly consumed his whole being. He couldn't stop thinking that it was his fault.

An image of a furry mare, speckled with snowflakes on the ends of her rusty hairs, her star brightening up her whole head was taking over his entire head. That innocent mare that did nothing but right, now inside the disgusting bellies of greedy English and French men... He couldn't bare the thought.

He couldn't bare himself.

He.

Couldn't.

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The horse shook himself, his eyes coming to rest on another horse like him. Patched with black splodges and long, furry feet. He blinked, straining at his throat.

"Uh." He stuttered, "Uh, sorry?"

The other horse blinked it's long lashes, and spoke again.

"I asked if you were okay?" She said again, smiling.

"Uh", he mumbled, "Uh, in that case, I'm okay, I guess, just got caught up in my mind I guess."

He fumbled for an explanation, but the other horse snorted.

"It's okay, calm down. I'm Teasel, by the way. You are?"

"I... I don't exactly know..." He started, then hesitated, "It's quite a long story, actually... I don't understand most of it myself, really."  He glanced up nervously, but the other horse smiled back.

"Don't worry, I'm all ears."

(Note: I know this isn't as long as it usually is but I haven't got much time. The next ones a long one, I'm sure of that! Go checkout my new story I'm writing! I'm looking forward to it already!)