Ferdous walked beside his mother, listening to her lesson. She pointed her muzzzle to a plant.

That's Poison Ivy. Look at the leaves and the way they grow. You never want to lay on them. They'll give you a nasty, itchy rash, and then you have to make Calimine Lotion for it, whitch can make it more itchy, but helps it heal.

Ferdous listened to his mom. She was a healer, somebody like a doctor in the human world. She knew all the healers and things that make you sick all around her.

Ferdous's father trailed not far behind, partly listening, and partly watching for potental dangers to his very small herd.

Then a smell came into the air all three of them could smell. A dark cloud of smoke was filling the air, and they knew to run. Fire.

They fled. The fire was moving fast, since that area was dry that day, and hot. They golloped away, but then, Ferdous stumbled over his long legs, and fell. His parents whent back for him. He had cought his hoof in a hole in a log. They set it free, and Ferdous stood up. He gallop away. His parnets looked to see where the fire was. It was feet away. They couln't gather up speed fast enough, and they fire got them.

Ferdous galloped away, tears brimming his eyes.

Soon he came to a Native American village. They lived in a large clearing whith dirt as ground. The village was near the middle, and for a least half-a-mile there was only plain, untill the threese began. The indains knew the fire wouln't have any fule on the dirt, but they waited whith wooden bowl of water to splash on the fire's last flames.

Ferdous raced into the large clearing. The natives watch him come, and when Ferdous met the teepees he kept going.

Then, by accident he smached into a young man. He was almost an adult, but not oo yung. His hair was tied back in a animal skin band, his skin was dark, and he wore animal skin pants, whith a flap in the front and back hanging off the pants. He wore moccicines on his feet.

Ferdous was not quick enough to scramble away before the man took a bag out whith some things in it.

Ferdous was interested.

Come," he said. He moved his hands toward himself. Ferdous moved close, wearily. "The fire will stop soon, but I know you know about herbs, because I knew your mother. Now, I need you to follow a trail down the the river and find a hurt mare and her foal. Your almost the foals age.

He held out the bag to the little pegicorn. He first pulled his head back, then took it. Was he going to let this foal loose her mum?

He followed the am's instuctions, untill he came to the mare and foal. He looked at the foal. He thought she was beautiful, a palimino pinto whith little white spots on her golden rump. The mare was black and white, whither a mixed tail. She was a pegisi, wile the foal was a pegicorn.

He crossed the river, and set down the bag. This was the time to use what his mother had taught him. He looked at the broken part of an spear on the ground.

Humans," he mumbled. He had encountered mean ones before he had met the natives. Ferdous asked the mare to hold her wing up. She couln't, so he instucted to foal to hold it up. He quickly put the medicine on the cut, bandaged it, and put on the clip to hold it. He had done almost the same thing before.

Ferdous listened to the foal sigh. He suddenly felt the thirst of running from the fire. He sipped the water, but feeling the warmth of the day wadded in up to his chest. The current tried to push him downriver, but he planted his hooves firm and drank the water. As he walked out he saw the beautiful foal come near him.

My name's Rawda, what your's?" Ferdous could hear her shyness.

Ferdous. It means Paridise. I guess your names Meadow, eh?

You know arabian?" Ferdous could hear her shyness fading whith each word.

My dad was pure arab. My mum was a thourobred healer. That's hiw I know how do do simple things, like wrapp wounds." His -disallowed_word-color=white)">

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