In his dream, he is running. He does not know what he is running for or from,
but he knows that he cannot stop. Mud splashes up above his hooves and mars
his clean white fur. He must keep going, he must keep--! Just when he believes that his
legs are going to give, that he can run no more, he skids to a halt. He tilts his head toward
the sky and takes a deep breath. The sky is blue, soft white clouds floating by. The trees
are budding, coming alive again after a terrible winter. A soft smile crosses his snout, and
he knows that he is viewing the new spring sky.
