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08-16-2012, 04:11 PM
The quiet, ever present chatter of the forest came to an abrupt end as the mare landed among the trees and began to wander. Slowly, it returned until it was full force, booming with exuberance. Crickets chirped, frogs croaked, and songbirds sang sweetly to the mare that had come.
Far too quickly the melody ended again and the birds that had been visible took to their nests. A shadow passed over the mare from above. A gap in the tree branches revealed an eagle circling overhead. It let out a deafening cry before diving through the trees.
Its gaze was set on a small flying squirrel that had not heeded the warning of the songbirds and hidden. It sat on a branch peering down curiously, entranced by the mare. By the time the squirrel finally looked skyward it was too late. The eagle was already upon it, its talloned feet wrapping tightly around the small, squealing squirrel.
