Dia

Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it

I was just beginning to settle down. It was a muggy day but that did not matter so much. I would take the heat over cold any day. I was glad to see winter ending and soon spring would arrive. With it would come all the other wonderful things. This year, no filly would accompany me. Perhaps that was best. After all, Satitba had been a complete handful once she figured out that she was not glued to my side.

Took her all of an hour.

That was when the rustling of underbrush altered me to another presence. I looked about and Sahin came trotting out. I laughed as he just trotted right into the pool. Like he had some time before back at the Lagoon.

“Eyaw,” I agreed with him as he splashed about. “i’ wuz da bes’ pard o’ livin’ in da Lagoon. Onleh gud memoreh. Ah didn’ lahk da place.” And certainly not most of the company there. Mares kept to themselves, and the stallions were worthless. Especially the brute. You know, it’s funny, but Sahin and the Brute look somewhat alike. I shook the thought free of my head. “Ah’m glad fer dad.”

I sighed and walked over to him and put my muzzle down by his head to play with his forelock.

“Ah’d ‘ache Paradahce’s heed o’er ‘Inuval’s cold any day,” I said. I wanted to talk to him about staying. He had told me I could before, with Mera there. But I wanted to tell him that I wanted to stay with him. Not just his beautiful home. When I had been a simple two year old fresh off the farm, I had been too young. But I had hoped to stick with him rather than the Brute. It had been a dumb hope, but now here he was.

Perhaps God (gods, goddess, goddesses or whatever glorious power was out there) was giving me that second chance I deserved. Maybe fate really was on my side.