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Texas and I sat and watched the sunrise I way really tired I leaned heavily against Texas. "Hey Spirit are you ok, you seem tired" he asked. "Yeah i'm really tired" I answer plonking myself down into the already trampled grass "Get some rest Spirit, I will keep watch" I woke up to the rain pouring down on my face. Texas was standing next to me holding a big leaf in his mouth to try and shelter me from the rain. "Morning Texas" I say as we move into the woods to take shelter from the rain. Meanwhile Golden was walking through the woods, she paused in her tracks. Was that hoofbeats? Nah it can't be she told herself just as she was about to move on she heard it again, this time closer than before. Before long a group of wild horses burst through the woods into the clearing. "Hello" Golden said cheerfully being a friendly horse and all. The lead stallion studied her, while he was doing that she stole a glance at him. He was jet black with an old battle scar on this shoulder and back... the mark of hoofprints. "You're Texas's and Spirits foal aren't ya pretty girl" he said as he licked her nose. "Yea, is that a problem?" she asked why her Mum and Dad were brought into this conversation. "If you don't have the same dumb brain as you're Dad and Mum then that's fine" he said as he sniffed her. "My Dad and Mum are not dumb." Golden said stamping her hoof on the hard forest floor. "You're Mum was going to be mine then Texas came and ruined everything! See this scar on my back and shoulder" he said nodding towards his shoulder and back. "Texas did that to me, but you will never do that will you Golden." he said as he pushed her towards his mares "No I won't do that" she said as he followed Duke and his mares deep into the forest. "Good, I have a new mare!" he said as he stopped and reared high in the air. His mares did the same. The eldest mare nudged Golden telling her to rare. Golden reared and cantered off with the herd deep into the woods.


THAT'S THE END! I TOLD YOU IT WAS SHORT AND BAD BECAUSE I WROTE IT WHEN I WAS 10!

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