those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

He was a strange colt. In some ways, he seemed young. Too young. He was scared. He seemed a little disinterested in the world. He was quite concerned with things. I had to wonder who he had watched get beaten. But, he didn’t have to worry about such things now. I was certain that here on Paradise, at least for a bit longer, he would have that childhood he seemed denied. I watched him, his eyes darting about.

I wasn’t a cruel woman. I would never make someone do something they didn’t want to do. Even if the gulls and their noises were funny. Yes, it hurt to loose a few feathers, probably as much as it hurt me to lose patches of hair. I never found anything wrong with it though. Suddenly I feel a tap. Oh? I’m it now.

I snort and rear up a bit.

“Oh, ya bedda run!” I call after him cantering forward. More gulls are dislodged by my own charge. I’m not going as fast as he is. I’m content to chase him about for a bit. I switch directions as he charges into the surf, I come at him from the side. I let out a laugh of my own, my muzzle reaching out to tap his rump if I get close enough.

Tag is my favorite game after all. Always was, always will be. The day I get too old for a good game of tag is the day I’mma asking the Powers that Be to kill me. But that day ain’t coming for quite some time.

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