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they say we are what we are, but we don't have to be
"Yea, th' god said we gots ta go to a boat!"
He piped up from behind his Ma, peering around him to examine the fillies, the wreckage, the tree. Ma'd run ahead and been yelling at another stallion, who Zero could only assume was responsible for the destroyed tree. Sunbeam eyes examined it as the boy stepped forward- why was it broken? Was it really so bad, if everything was gonna drown anyway and they all had to be on boats? What was one tree in the scheme of that?
But Ma had taught him to respect and care for all living things, and now Ma was concerned about the tree, so he figured he'd better be, too. The boy trotted up toward the girls and the animals, nudging at a squirrel with his nose. "You c'n ride on my back," the half-boy declared, "'N your friends too, I guess, 'cus I'm strong n' we gotta go to the boat n' you jus' have tiny legs."
He looked at Ma, grinning, unaware of the irony in his statement. Of those assembled he was certainly smallest, smaller even than the newborn girl. All the girls were very pretty, and he wanted to impress them with his selfless strength. How was he to know his sister was here?
