Now carrying a deflated bear, and an extra large deflated spider, Thistle pressed onward, putting the morning sun on her right, and going, she hoped, in a generally northward direction.

“I hear water!” Bounding over a bush Thistle found the stream. “All I need to do is head upstream, and I'll be out of here in no time. Happily she trotted along the bank working her way upstream. The uneven terrain slowed her progress, but she felt confident that she would be out of the woods soon enough.

By noon, her collection of inflatable predators had grown by two giant mosquitos, a serpent, a crawfish, some bug, (she had no idea what it was), and two wolves. “Do I have the word delicious written on my forehead?” she asked as she neatly folded the last wolf up.

“Oh, no!” Thistle looked in dismay at the barrier before her. A large patch of thorn bushes spread before her on both sides of the stream. Painful enough to go through if one were flesh, but in her current state?



Thomas ran as fast as his hooves could carry him. “Come on, Thistle, you are a smart little filly, you're on your way home right now? Right? I'll see you trotting right along the stream just after this bend... Then I can ground you for the rest of your life! No...” Thomas shook his head. “That wouldn't be fair, this wasn't her fault. Maybe just tie a giant tether around her leg until she's thirty?”


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Thistle may be immune to drowning, but she is susceptible to sharps! =^^;