Good Earth: Excerpt Three

Well, of course, Labuck would think it was thunder, hanging up there from the moon among the clouds. And, it certainly was logical that, in spite of all his bravado, he would jump inside up to his throat. He squinted his eyes to find the lightning that would surely accompany the thunder. What he saw instead was a herd of horses, their hooves racing against the clouds. Mist kicked up behind them as they flew over the ponds and lakes of cloudless sky.

Labuck swung in the current, his eyes squeezed tight, like a leaf on the ripples of a lake, as the horses flew past him. He wrapped his body around the waving moonbeam.

The sounds of the stamped faded and Labuck dared to open his eyes. Framed by the Creeping Charlie was a set of hooves directly in front of his nose. The stream dripped from its mouth. Labuck contemplated a plan of escape; it was a Wild Beast, after all. But the Wild Beast was unaware of Labuck hiding there in his bed of Creeping Charlie.

So Labuck kept his brave self quiet and still.