FAMILIAR BREATH OF MY OLD LIES
CHANGED THE COLOR IN MY EYES
Good gracious lord almighty, had they walked forever? She was beginning to think they had, but she would not have stopped, her babies were here somewhere. She was also afraid that if she stopped, she may not continue on, might turn around and do something stupid. Tioga would have not allowed that to happen, the girl had already made her point by shoving her swollen Dam when she had made to head back. In the end, her eldest was right, there was nothing they could do for them. On they went, Wichita struggling against her swollen barrel, but finally they had reached the sands. They hadn't stopped, not even at the borders, rude she knows but they had spotted an oasis and they sure were thirsty. One thing about a dark coat in the desert heat, it felt like she was in an oven. That made her laugh, an oven, and she was with child. A literal bun in the oven!
Maybe the heat was starting to get to her, they had not stopped the whole way, not even to rest their eyes. Tioga had looked on straight ahead, urging her mother, and Wichita complied. Surely the children had made it, surely they were okay.
Reaching the waters she does not hesitate to climb in, sinking her two forelegs in as she took long drafts of its coolness. If she had been less sun-baked perhaps she would notice sooner the two males, one of whom was that winky, no-tail, sassy pants she had met in the field. Notice she did not, instead her legs buckled as the first set of contractions clawed at her belly. Gods no, not here. Despite her pleas, nature strayed course for no one.