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The Brush Fire Does not Kill




let's run into the pouring rain
to feel that we're alive again

Ugh she was so fat, she forgot how it felt to be pregnant. Fat and hot. It was so damn hot here, well that was no different than her home but she was very cranky right now. She didn’t know where Brolga was but whatever. She still had the paradise herd to call family at least. So she won’t be homeless when the little one comes into the world. She had feared having to be out on her own again if Rougaru hadn’t taken them in.

Her chest you could see was scarred from the burn she received as well as her front and back legs. Her hair never fully grew back there. But that was fine she didn’t need it and she clearly survived, though she had lost her little filly to it. The little girl who would have been a year old this spring. She lifts a leg to scratch at an itch thanks to the damn flies when she hears splashing. She snorts and then finally decides to take the initiative. IT was time to not just be an ornament. Brolga may be lounging around on his own but Koala had always been a social mare.

She was not about to change that. She heads in the direction she heard it and watches a mare that she does not recognize. Finally after a moment's hesitation she calls out to the mare but does not proceed any further. She may be social but she was also cautious.


k o a l a
Mare. 7 . Brumby . Grulla . 15HH . Paradise (Brolga Mare)



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