Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Enter Mr Winder - Post 5

"The horse had no knowledge that there was a prediator in the lake," says Seeth. It thot it was crossing a deep river. The man on the bridge with a rod about its neck would have meant nothing to it. Then it bolted at the first sight of prey, namely it, something white moving just under the surface. Yes, I grant you, twenty feet long with teeth as sharp as razors.

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