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“It was one of the wildest spring nights that there has ever been. No possums stirred, no
wombats left their holes. Only a few kangaroos, their last shelter destroyed, were braving the fury of the storm. And Belbel, a wild mountain brumby beautiful and wise, who was preparing to give birth to a foal.
There was something mysterious and exciting in the wind. Something important was about to happen.
Thowra she named him, for Thowra means wind. She named him for the wild wind in which he was born. He was a creamy, much
lighter than his mother and as he grew to be a
stallion his mane and tail would glisten silver in the moonlight.
BelBel knew he would be a prize indeed hunted all his life. Hunted for his silvery mane and tail and his striking cream coat.”
- The Silver Stallion