Post by Print on Sept 6, 2010 8:01:45 GMT
The chestnut mare trotted along this unknown track, she had no idea where she was going and just wished she was back along with her friends but there was no going back they had kicked her out of her herd for not being good enough. Allinger was parched and dreamt of cool water going down her throat; her only hope was to find the Murray River soon before darkness invaded her faint sense of direction. It was hours until she heard the trickle of water, She drank and drank until she wanted to sleep, a heavy sleep that was. Her last thoughts were about the strange new land at dawn and what she might meet on her journey ahead.
