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"I'll be right back!" Americus cried to Aspen as he tore across the ground between him and the colt. When he got to the colt, he gently pulled him onto the short-cropped grass that had already been grazed, and tried to pull out the weeds that were sticking out of the colt's mouth. After they were all removed, he began to attempt to massage the colt's throat, trying to push the grass back up into the colt's mouth.
Aspen smiled, watching them.
The colt cried out in pain as Americus touched his throat. Tha grass had become a hard lump that couldn't be moved without extreme pain to the colt. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to cough up the grass, but was unable to do so. Aspen wept again, seeing the colt had stopped making any noise, and had no movement.
Americus jumped back. "Oh, no, not again," Americus whispered. "No," He began gently massaging his neck, forcing himself not to think of the colt's pain, only that he'd live, and have a life.