The lightning and thunder seemed to scare Pheobe even more, causing her to scream and cry louder and tuck herself underneath Dahlia to hide. Dahlia tried her best to soothe the foal, meanwhile, as she watched the pond observantly, hoping for the colt to pop back up alive soon.
(I'm using a computer that has SafeEyes installed on it, I'm hoping that my mom won't get upset that I very accidentally clicked a link that said it was associated with... bad stuff... inappropriate for little eyes. The bad thing is that I think it emails my parents
)
The dog came up for air once, dove back down...
The lightning was closer together, lighting up the sky...
All was chaos...
The dog came back up holding a head. A horse's head. It didn't move, didn't breath. The eyes were shut. But it was most definitely Bandit.
At that same moment the lightning touched down on the Willow Tree, putting it on fire...
Dogs raced out of the trees...
Dahlia raced to Bandit and pulled him to his side. She gently kicked his back, having the water spew out of his mouth. The mare leaned him on his back and tilted his head a bit, and did mouth to mouth.
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ewww)
Meanwhile, Bucephalus ran from the willow tree and to the water hole. "Is everyone okay?" he asked.
Bandit did not stir. The dog paddled unseen to the edge of the hole and shook himself off.
The fire raged on...
The dogs were everywhere...
It was a bad dream and was not...