Julia

**﻿**﻿wednesday 11th may
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Certain of his destination the eager pony leaps into action. Franticly his mane blows in the rapid wind, as his hooves go into overdrive. His hindquarters sweating as he avoids the obstacles that appear. His grass-stained legs burn with anticipation as his uncontrollable tails sways in the wind, his muzzle quivering with fear and excitement. Suddenly a swarm of rain darts towards him. His once white coat turning a creamy colour as the clumpy mud turns to dirty water another army of rain bombards him. A storm is coming. Persistent to get away he continues following the fence line which seem as though it never ends. The sound of hooves echo across the mountain as a dirt pathway forms, he’s getting closer now and he can make out the outline of the broken fence. He can hear the faint neighing of his family calling him back to where he belongs. Where he once was. Home.