by Mollie-Ann99 » Sun Oct 07, 2012 6:59 am
ringo stepped it up a notch... galloping after maise. he was catching up he couldn't slow now. suddenly she stopped , dead stopped. skid marks were left in the crisp grass. then he saw it, a lone mare, grazing , on the very edge of the clifftops. . . the time had come to face his fears. . .