The Horses of the Wash

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

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.

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.

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