The next couple days I tried hard to keep my spirits up. The talk with Alastair really helped, but it didn't completely erase all the anger and frustration I felt toward Lune. Eventually, I came to realize that I was not at all acting like myself, I was short-tempered and got aggravated easier. Trying to love was very hard, but I decided not to just try. I was going to love, no matter how much I was mad which was quite a struggle. I had good days and bad days, unfortunately, the day that I remember so well was one of the bad days.
It was a cold day in January, the sun was out yet offered little to no warmth. A slight breeze was blowing which made me shiver, and to make matters worse, I was extremely grumpy. That day I had waken with a start, Abigail was romping with another young filly and had woken me out of my beauty sleep; I chased them both away with a vengeance, then returned to my spot and tried to sleep again, but the biting wind made it impossible to get comfortable; so I decided to eat my breakfast instead. I lowered my head and trotted, sniffing the ground, for I wanted to find just the right place to eat my breakfast. Nowadays, I was getting awfully picky about the grass I ate, it had to be the tips of the juiciest, tender grass, and that grass was getting harder to find, for the herd had been in the valley for a couple weeks and had eaten much of the grass available.
I would walk here, snipped up some of the best I could find; then seeing a clump that looked more tasty, I would proceed to that clump. Fifteen minutes of that, I was thoroughly engaged in my grass eating; and actually feeling a little better. My hindsight noticed a really nice clump of grass sitting twenty feet away, I turned around and headed toward it - only to feel a hurtling devil of a mare in my side!
I was knocked to the ground with a scream of pain! It was Pearl! She was towering over me, "Stay away from my grass." She glowered at me with red eyes.
I mellowed immediately, rolling to my feet and lowering my head - yet still simmering with anger.
"Watch you place, Mitty." She snorted and whipped around with an air.
As she turned around, I lunged with a sudden and hateful vengeance! "NEIGH!!!!"
She turned around with a surprised look on her face, a rammed into her neck and sent her sprawling on the earth.
Pearl rolled up and stood ready for a fight, "How dare you .you - worthless mare!" She screamed shrilly.
I rose on my hind legs and pawed the air, she rose to meet me, and we kicked and scraped each others necks with a passionate rage! She dropped down and I dropped after her, as I did so she reached her neck forward and sank her teeth into my shoulder! I screamed in complete anger, because she made me bleed.
Suddenly I decided I had had ENOUGH! "PEARL!" I shouted, "I'm done with you, and this stupid day! I'm running away, I must, I WILL!"
"Good," Pearl sneered, "I've had enough of you around here, freak."
I walked up to her, my sides heaving. Our heads were high, and ears flat against our skulls; nose to nose we stood, and quietly I muttered: "But I will be back." Then whipping around, I galloped the other direction into the towering trees, ignoring the astonished stares of the mares and Abigail's cry after me. I knew what I must do, it was time, time for me to deliver.