Moon gazed out at the ocean. She had always loved it dearly. She felt the waves calling her home. She stood, undecided. She felt a deep longing within her. A large wave crashed against the beach. A large black horse took shape from it, it was her father. Another wave raced towards the beach. From the white-caps stepped a creamy mare, her mother. They stood together, "Come Moon, my beautiful Blue Moon" said her mother. "Join us in the waves" her father said. The time had come. She stepped into the water. As a new wave approached, the three merged with it.
If you are ever on a ship at sea, watch the waves and look for three horses among the water, you might, just, see them.
