Moksha – p.18

November 25, 2012 at 12:12 pm 1 comment

Moksha led them to the water’s edge and watched them drink. The slick rocks proved challenging, and to everyone’s horror, two of the oldest members of the herd lost their footing, and fell in. The swift running water swept them quickly out of sight.

“Mother, we have to help them!” Moksha cried, tugging on her mother’s tail.

“We cannot help them until we are all refreshed, we are too weak. Let us all drink more carefully and then we will journey downstream.”

Moksha was in a panic. “But they might be hurt…or worse!”

Her mother did not answer, but went to drink with the others. Moksha walked a few steps away and turned to look back. She felt torn, having just promised herself never to leave the herd again, but her heart beat so in her chest… “Mother! Please hurry!”

Another member of the tribe walked over and put his now wet trunk on her head. “Young one, the water moves swiftly. Their fate was sealed the moment they fell in; no amount of haste will change that now. Better we find them when we are strong enough to help, if help is needed.”

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