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Chapter 28
We followed the two cruel stallions through the jungle. The jungle was murky and dark, I hated every inch of it, I was in the middle of one of my violent mood swings. If Mongol or Scarface gave me any guff I would have given it right back.
My pains, for the moment had subsided, much to my relief. But Agnes' hit with full force on her sorrel body, I often glanced her way to see if she was fairing well, tears ran down her dejected, face her tail dragged, and I could sense she was in extreme pain.
We continued weaving through the glaring trees, I shut all the hideous noises out of my ears and concentrated on Agnes.
10 minutes later I could bear it no longer. My heart cried out for light and truth while my body weeped and despaired. I was in the depths of evil, my best friend could die, my body had returned to it's former state of pain and my head was full of worry and grief at being in the Evillands for the rest of my life. I was only a year old. How could this be happening to me? I always got into trouble, I would get my mother angry, I never even got to say goodbye to Alastair. I wonder if I was falling for him, I mourned, Either way, I'll never see him again. He was my next best friend besides Agnes, and just to spite him I ran off into the woods! Never to see him again, he was like my friend, my father I never had, and in some ways the stallion I almost fell in love with. Why did I leave him for a troublesome trot in the woods? I dragged Agnes in it, too. Some horse I am. I get what I deserve, then. The wife of a evil stallion who has other wives, too. One for each day of the week. Why, oh WHY did I do that, Mitty? I'm a pitiful, helpless mare. Without Alastair I'm lost. Even if I did see him again he would probably be mad at me for running off. Perhaps, someday I can make my escape from the Evillands...? It doesn't matter, I'm a stupid, moronic mare that is getting what she deserves. And with that sultry note, I stopped pondering my sad life for Mongol stopped and I nearly ran into him.
"Watch it," He growled.
"I'm not sorry," I eyed him back.
"Why you lit-"
"Mongol!" Scarface interrupted, "we have business to attend to, but seeing that your more interested in arguing with a mare than in your job perhaps I should exterminate you. Take your pick."
"What is it." Mongol glowered at his boss.
" 'What is it?' We have to hurry if were going to make it, idiot."
We rushed on, I was shocked that there was a tunnel with silvery leaves draping around it, but I plunged in anyways after Mongol. I nudged Agnes to keep her hopes up, we may yet get out.
Have to go, will finish tommorow or Wednesday!
We followed the two cruel stallions through the jungle. The jungle was murky and dark, I hated every inch of it, I was in the middle of one of my violent mood swings. If Mongol or Scarface gave me any guff I would have given it right back.
My pains, for the moment had subsided, much to my relief. But Agnes' hit with full force on her sorrel body, I often glanced her way to see if she was fairing well, tears ran down her dejected, face her tail dragged, and I could sense she was in extreme pain.
We continued weaving through the glaring trees, I shut all the hideous noises out of my ears and concentrated on Agnes.
10 minutes later I could bear it no longer. My heart cried out for light and truth while my body weeped and despaired. I was in the depths of evil, my best friend could die, my body had returned to it's former state of pain and my head was full of worry and grief at being in the Evillands for the rest of my life. I was only a year old. How could this be happening to me? I always got into trouble, I would get my mother angry, I never even got to say goodbye to Alastair. I wonder if I was falling for him, I mourned, Either way, I'll never see him again. He was my next best friend besides Agnes, and just to spite him I ran off into the woods! Never to see him again, he was like my friend, my father I never had, and in some ways the stallion I almost fell in love with. Why did I leave him for a troublesome trot in the woods? I dragged Agnes in it, too. Some horse I am. I get what I deserve, then. The wife of a evil stallion who has other wives, too. One for each day of the week. Why, oh WHY did I do that, Mitty? I'm a pitiful, helpless mare. Without Alastair I'm lost. Even if I did see him again he would probably be mad at me for running off. Perhaps, someday I can make my escape from the Evillands...? It doesn't matter, I'm a stupid, moronic mare that is getting what she deserves. And with that sultry note, I stopped pondering my sad life for Mongol stopped and I nearly ran into him.
"Watch it," He growled.
"I'm not sorry," I eyed him back.
"Why you lit-"
"Mongol!" Scarface interrupted, "we have business to attend to, but seeing that your more interested in arguing with a mare than in your job perhaps I should exterminate you. Take your pick."
"What is it." Mongol glowered at his boss.
" 'What is it?' We have to hurry if were going to make it, idiot."
We rushed on, I was shocked that there was a tunnel with silvery leaves draping around it, but I plunged in anyways after Mongol. I nudged Agnes to keep her hopes up, we may yet get out.
Have to go, will finish tommorow or Wednesday!
