Our horse died.
In the early morning, when the old skinny monkey Gary came running to tell us about this, I felt a trace of unreasonable sadness in my heart. You know, this horse was the only one who didn't quarrel with me during this trip. travel companion.
What followed was surprise and anger. What kind of bastard would do such a thing? !
At that moment, I put down the rock-hard bread in my hand and almost stood up with Dallion.
"I'll go take a look." The boy said, and as he said that, he looked at me, "Messiah..."
I turned my head to one side. On this side, I saw Ricky frowning, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.
After a moment of silence, Dallion finished the rest of his words with some embarrassment, "You guys stay here."
Their steps downstairs were heavy and rapid, and the thumping sound on the wooden stairs was alarming.
"What should we do? Ricky?" Sally grabbed her big golden braid hard, going a little crazy, "What will we do without the horse?!"
"We can only wait for the snow to melt." Ricky replied in a muffled voice while stirring the bread soaked in water. As he said that, he frowned and looked at me again, "Don't you have any other clothes? Are you wearing a sari?" The skirt is like a moose stuffed into a sika deer’s fur!”
oh!
I pulled on the tight skirt with some annoyance, "I thought Ilusha only taught girls, but I didn't expect to teach you so well."
That sentence made Ricky throw the fork in his hand onto the table viciously, "What are you talking about?!"
"Oh, can't you two shut up!" Sally was really crazy. She got up and walked to the cubicle, "Oh my god! I can't breathe! I have to stay by myself for a while!"
"You go and stay with her." After taking a deep breath, Ricky pursed his lips towards me.
I looked at the door that was still swinging, and the next second, holding my cloak, I quickly ran to the stairs going down, "She is your sister, go on your own!"
"Messiah!" Ricky's roar made the entire floor tremble, and that second was enough for me to sit on the stair handle and slide all the way downstairs.
*
There is a lot of noise downstairs. I heard that last night, in order to investigate the demon in my mouth, Dallion gathered most of the people in the farm here. At this moment, the smell of sweat here is pungent, and there are a few crying ones. Baby, they make it smell even worse.
Dallion and several farmers holding hoes and shovels were standing at the door, and they seemed to be about to go out. Among those people with solemn expressions, I saw Gary huddled in his cloak, and I also saw that annoying Dharma seat. kindness.
"Messiah?" Dallion was the first to see me.
I jumped next to him in a few steps, thought about it, and pinched his index finger, "We have to go together - shh - you don't want me to be scared like yesterday, right? When I think of you I'm so scared to die...I'm so scared that I can't even breathe."
"Oh! My God!" Those words made the people next to him boo, and also made Dallion's eyes flash and his ears turn slightly red.
Don't get excited, I'm not just talking nonsense. During breakfast, Dallion told me that last night someone questioned why I suddenly rushed into the snow, and that's how he explained it to them. Because of this offensive statement, I really didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
Of course, I don't want to talk to Sally.
*
The snow fell heavily, covering half of the horse pen.
When my eyes touched the corpse, I just felt my stomach twitching hard, and I almost vomited out the black bread I had finally swallowed in the morning.
I saw the poor horse lying on its side in the snow, its black and white eyeballs protruding outwards, and its knee joints protruding as if they were about to pierce the flesh. There was black blood everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, on the trough. Even in such a cold air, the strong smell of blood could not be dispersed.
I originally wanted to hold on to the trough that was weighed down by the snow and jump in, but as soon as my back stretched, a tearing pain came from the wound on it, which made me almost fall down, "Oh!"
"Be careful, Messiah." Dallion held my arm and helped me regain my footing, "You stay here."
I saw him take out a handkerchief from his bag, cover his nose, and jump in neatly. After a pause, Faxien also jumped in.
They knelt on the ground, carefully observing the corpse, and kept reaching out to press its frozen skin.
"There are no scars, sir." Fathion said.
"Look at the other side." Dallion said, tilting his head towards him, "Give me a hand."
They inserted their thick leather-gloved palms under the body and turned the sturdy horse over with force.
boom--
The smell of blood and dirty snowflakes splashed together.
This time, I finally understood why blood was splattered everywhere.
On the horse's neck on that side, there was a huge bloody mouth, and ice stuck to the blurred flesh, which was shocking.
"Holy light, it's a wild beast," Faxien said in shock, "Kill him with one strike!"
Dallion gestured at the wound with his hand, "Yes, this is the wound left after being bitten by sharp teeth and then tearing off the skin and flesh..."
"Perhaps it's winter bears." Faxien said. "In previous years, they would come to the village to steal livestock."
"No, I feel...a little weird."
"What?"
"I mean...if it was a winter bear, or some other beast...why didn't it eat it? Just bite its throat off? You see, it's quite intact."
"Uh... Sir, this horse is missing a piece of meat on its hind leg." Gary, who had been shrinking at the back, interjected.
"Yes, a very hungry beast, just for a bite? This is very strange." As he spoke, Dallion patted the frozen horse's body, "Even if it only has a white bone left, It would make me feel so weird.”
Wow--
Before he finished speaking, the horse's skin suddenly cracked, and then it actually slipped completely from the corpse.
Dallion and the others were startled and immediately stepped back, only to see that after the body took off its fur, the flesh inside was actually withered!
It's like...like dried purple meat strips!
"Oh my God!" I couldn't help but cover my mouth and almost screamed.
"...The blood all over its body has dried," Dallion murmured after a while, looking at me with his blue eyes, "He killed our horse."
I bit my lip tightly.
