About 30 yards away you see a black equine staring at you. Her mane and tail are a sparkling conglamoration of yellows and blues, floowed by the smimmering feathers on each of her feet. Although her jaw is closed, there is something a little odd abut the way it is set. You decide to go visit her.

You walk along, enjoying the bright sun,cloudless sky, and warm breeze. But within a few seconds it is not a warm breeze that blows, but a cold one. Shivering slighty, you slowly truge toward the equine, her glaring red eyes a warning....

I'ts so cold. Why so cold? you huddle up slightly, looking down at the ground, half-expecting to see snow. Instead, the grass seems unaffected by the cold. Cautiously, you pick one strand. It is somewhat warm in your hands.

Warm? But you're still so cold. Something must be afoot. You look up to ask the equne what's going on, but she seems farther away now. You wave to her from your spot.

She stands watching you still. After a long pause, you fel the warmth returning, slowly.....and decide not to follow the unsusual equine after all. It's something about those eyes....