The Waterfall
You stand by a waterfall. from where it falls you cannot see as it is
too high. There is what looks like an old rope latter going up the
rock cliff that the waterfall is coming from. You would leave this
place if you could, but your heart wouldn't be in it. The waterfall is
not loud. But rather lands on the rocks softly. There is music also. A
sweet sad music. You can just barely hear it above the souns of the
forest around you. Birds chirping and flitting from tre to tree. Deer
peeking out at you, and you seeing glances of brown, red, black
creatures, hurring by on soe important task of theirs. You could
almost forget how you got here. You faintly remember a thunder storm,
the terror of being lost, the rain, sleet and hail, pounded down upon
your thin tent, then suddenly your tent is gone. Wind has blown it
away.
Suddenly at the edge of the clearing, emerging from the forest,(not
that unusually for many animals would come out to get a drink) a
beiutiful white male unicorn, and his ebony mate with a beautiful
white colt. All had pearly white horns that emerged from their
forheads. But they are different from many you have seen. THey have
wings. Wings obvesly big and strong enough to support themm in flight.
You breifly wonder why they aren't flighing but then they have a baby,
and you doubt he could fly. His short stubby wings and long legs, made
him look akward and funny, but you know all three of them could be
dangerous if they percive you as a threat. So you stay still and they
soon leave.
