*Beeseching neighs begged her to help them, and they turned her into a tide of memories.... the ropes.... fighting them.... the horses, the trailers, the men, whips, barrels. A harsh sound jolted her back to where she was.... the ound was.... it was a horrible chopping sound. She unsteadily walked towards the horses, wantin to run away and scream as she had screamed back then. *
* the colt saw her, and begged her to help. Tears poured down his face. "Please....PLease! He said "help her..... " his muzzle pointed to a dirty filly with a matted mane.
*Sprite began chewing the ropes holding him to a barrel of concrete.... but it was slow progress..... as she did she glanced past him and saw a stream of bllood running down the slope, coming from a dun mare who lay on the ground. Soon she freed him, and they moved to help the filly. As Sprite was halfway through the rope she heard and rustle and turned just as 3 ropes settled on her head. She fought, twisting and rearing but the riders spread the horses sso she was triangled, and at last she gave in and was pulled off in a direction that was nearer to skyherd, *
