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

I’m still angry.

Who am I angry at? I don’t know.

Ceowolf for taking me?

Sahin for not coming yet?

Myself?

But I’m angry. I usually don’t walk around with my ears pinned. I don’t usually stamp about and throw fits. I want my son back, but I won’t bring him here! I won’t let them get their hooves on my precious baby if I can help it. So it’s best that he stay safe in the Paradise.

I stomped about the Lagoon, picking fights where I could. No one was coming close and that was just fine by me. However, I heard voices. I smelled something I recognized. And I bolted for it. I recognized Pilar, but there was something about her. There was venom in her words and then I spotted the boy. I gave a very angry call and pushed my way between the boy and Pilar.

“Ga fin’ sumun else da ‘arrase!” I snapped at the male. I was definitely not in the mood. I’d talk to Pilar, but not in front of a stallion. And why would Pilar be here of all places? I looked at Pilar. “Ya alrahgh, suga?” She didn’t sound alright, but I wanted her to know that she at least had a friend here. I glared back at the stallion. Well, at least he was not Ceowolf.