Horses

I remember playing in a river with some people from my village and then hearing a commotion coming from upstream. Some horses were galloping casually towards us. I thought nothing of it besides the gentle grace that the creatures had. Once they passed the river turned to a solid mud, not the slimey stuff I normally think of, but a very rough, hard ground. I noticed one of the small girls from my village limping and upon further investigation revealed that her foot had been severed by one of the passing horses. It was a clean cut, no blood or anything. In fact it looked as though her leg had already formed a smooth flat stump where her foot had been, but when I touched the stump, the girl flinched and made noises of pain. I carried her back to the rest of the villagers and they asked what the problem was. When I went to point to her severed foot, it was back, painted toenails and all. I shouted at once that it must be a miracle. Then the government planes arrived, creating a impressive, if not intimidating display in the sky. Some of the planes were actually sacrificed to add to the visual awe of the display. I knew then that this government had no love for its people, but rather had control because the people were so terrified, they dared not oppose it.

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