Moksha – p.15

October 10, 2012 at 4:39 pm 1 comment

Moksha ran for a mile, never stopping, and the plants grew thicker around her until she finally had to slow to a walk. Soon she found herself among trees that blocked the view on all sides, but the sound still traveled. She could hear the river. It wasn’t just down in the valley anymore, it was in front of her.

She looked back once, but there was no way to know if the herd was close. Moksha decided that after she made it to the river, and had a quick drink, she would run back to find them and tell them the good news. A smell in the air quickened her pulse; water! Then, there it was; the trees grew right up to the rocky bank, and there flowed the roughest, fastest river Moksha had ever seen. She walked to the edge, and found it mossy and slick. She nearly fell in trying to reach down for a drink, but managed to stay upright.

The water was cool and clear, and she drank so much that she gave herself hiccups. She sprayed some with her trunk and washed the dust off of her back. Then she flopped down on the cold, mossy rocks to catch her breath. She didn’t intend to fall asleep, but that’s exactly what she did.


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  • 1. Craig T. Adams  |  October 10, 2012 at 7:09 pm

    Oh, NO! Don’t get left behind! :o[


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