Away We Go! (Huritt)

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The sunshine glinted on the black and white canvas of the Pintabian mare. Amber eyes looked around mischievously as her dished face glided toward the smooth waters, slowly sipping the cool liquid and feeling it slide down her parched throat. Her coat was full of dirt and some leaves from rolling in the mud, although one could make out the colors. Her mane and tail were filled with small branches, but she did not care. She was on an adventure. The wind twirled some weeds around her legs as she stepped away from the lake for a quick second, grabbing at the weeds. A leather halter that was about to tear off held a nameplate that had her name, “Emerald City”. Her owners, when she was born, though that she would be like that dreamland in Wizard of Oz, and be special instead of being a brat. However that did not work out too well for them…

Tired of the weeds, she walked into the cool water to almost chest deep, some of the mud and leaves coming off before she turned around and bounded out, shaking off the dripping water. She sighed, looking around. Freedom was not as fun as it seemed to be, but she could always change that, there always was a way. Birds above her twittered excitedly, as if they had something to really be excited about. They were always free. She was not, and it killed her. The family did nothing with her at all. She just stood around and sometimes was used, but not all the time. She nipped at the couple of scratches on her chest from that damned fence. The flies were going after it, and they were annoying enough as it is without going for open wounds. Again she looked around. This place reeked of humans, although it was lighter than a barn because it seemed they did not come here very often. Maybe it was the perfect place to live for a little while, and just hide when the humans actually did show up. She had no plans to go back to a barn.

All of a sudden the blood started to rush within her and she shot off like a rocket, going within the trees and around them, kicking up dirt as she did. The ten year old was like a foal again, and that was what she wanted. All of a sudden she ran into a small branch and it scraped along her face, but she did not allow it to slow her down. She circled her way back to the lake as Emerald slowed to a jog, head bent down toward the ground.

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