Friday, September 4, 2015

SLIPPERY HOOVES TRUNDLED OVER THE ROCKS

Slippery hooves trundled over the rocks, night covered their cowhides, escape tonight was the only option.  Light mist coated them. Every now and then Janie would look with her big doe eyes at Howard, though she could barely make him out in this light. Over the mountains they went, sweating, breathing heavily. By daybreak, they would be in Austria.

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