those who do not learn from history

are doomed to repeat it

Well, he ran himself right into my tag. I laughed, but that quickly turned into a call of concern as I saw him go under. I only took two steps before Conquistador reemerged from the wet. He was laughing, and so I laughed too. I knew the sea was dangerous, but today it was just a playful creatures. I splashed about.

“Yeah, i’ wuz,” I smiled, I looked back at him. He was gazing out over the ocean. I approached. He seemed to be thinking, and thinking deeply. A few fish swirled about my hooves. “Conquesd’a?” I asked. “Are ya alrigh’, suga?”

He looked back at me. He walked towards me and then he shook. Water flew everywhere. I turned my head just as the wet tirade struck. I laughed. I lifted up a hoof and splashed it down, sending water everywhere, but hopefully some of it would hit my smaller opponent. More waves and laughs, but I could not forget the way he looked out.

A young mind should not be so troubled. There was plenty of time for the world, and life, to make fools of us all. But, the young should not have that look in their eyes. That disturbed me. Despite it all, I hoped that he would bring it up if it bothered him that much. The words left unsaid, after all, are the ones that cause the most damage.

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