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Date Posted: 08:36:20 03/19/03 Wed
*His great chest heaves in and out and he chokes on a huge mouthful of salty water. Struggling, the great stallion thrusts his head up. The last thing he remembered was hearing his mate's cry and heading toward it . . . then a roaring, whispering sound and huge, wet weight--probably a wave--hitting him hard from behind. He sees a tiny bit of light filtering through the surface of the water and struggles toward it, his lungs about to burst. Then his nose thrusts out of the water and cold, clear air pours into his lungs. Coughing and sputtering, he struggles against the alternately swelling and sinking gray-green waters. In fact, everything seems to be gray-green--even the plants and the sky. The water fills his nose and some dribbles down one of his ears. Eyes rolling with fear, the whites of them showing, he pumps his legs furiously, coughing and flinching with pain as his whole body vibrates. The water suddenly pushes him forward and he is slammed, hard, against a cliff. He arches backward in pain, tears filling his eyes, barely able to breathe. Only one thought remains in his head: Get to Expresso. He struggles hard, the tremendous weight of the water pushing him down this river--or whatever it was--that he was in. Everything is a blur of green and gray as his great body is tossed cruelly about, his muscles stretching taut as he psuhes his neck out, still trying gallantly to swim back. He feels some silty sand beneath his hooves and struggles blindly against the sheets of driving, stinging rain, coughing, something warm and bad-tasting comes up his throat and he coughs it out, knowing it is blood. Sobbing for breath, his lungs burning, he stumbles up a slippery bank and falls down, completely exausted. Then he passes out.*
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