The storm raged around him. There was rain and tiny stones of ice. The only thing about Little Horse that moved was his heart. It had never beat so fast. Finally, the sounds of thunder grew more distant. The rain stopped. There was no more lightning. The only sound he heard now was water dripping from the leaves overhead. Little Horse found that he could lift his head. He moved his leg. There was room. He began to wriggle through the leaves. Inch by inch he moved forward. The stable was broken. The fence that had held him was crushed. Little Horse crawled over the pieces of broken wood. He ducked under a limb of the tree and took a deep breath. The air was cool and fresh. It was like the air in the Valley of Little Horses. This gave him strength. He fought the rest of the limbs and leaves. With one final burst he was free. Little Horse stood and looked around him. There was a lot going on. The two-legged animals were running, shouting. To Little Horse’s surprise, no one noticed him. Keeping close to the fallen tree, he made his way to the stable where the big horses slept.
