Hestene i Slugten

På den fjerde dag hørte Polly torden. Men himlen var blå. Hun kiggede ned. Heste løb på sandet.

On the fourth day, Polly heard thunder. But the sky was blue. She looked down. Horses were running on the sand.

Polly fløj ved siden af en ung brun hest. Hvor skal du hen, spurgte hun. Ingen steder, sagde hesten. Vi løber bare her. Heste har boet i denne slugt i lang tid.

Polly flew next to a young brown horse. Where are you going, she asked. Nowhere, said the horse. We just run here. Horses have lived in this canyon for a long time.

Sandet var blødt og fladt. Det var perfekt til at løbe på. Lyden ramte den ene væg og kom tilbage fra den anden væg. Tyve heste lød som to hundrede.

The sand was soft and flat. It was perfect for running. The sound hit one wall and came back off the other wall. Twenty horses sounded like two hundred.

Så stoppede hestene. En lille å løb gennem sandet. De drak vandet. Polly satte sig ved siden af dem og sagde ingenting.

Then the horses stopped. A small stream ran through the sand. They drank the water. Polly sat next to them and said nothing.