She felt her left foot falling asleep so she
left the window and jumped up and down to get rid of the tingling pins
and needles. The tingling gone, she ran to the patio screen door in the
dining room and peered into the back yard. She knew it would be
raining there too, but at least the scenery was different.
There was another reason.
Twisting so that she could see into the far right corner of the yard, Leah
imagined the little house under the oak tree where Sarah had her stall.
Sarah was her personal flying unicorn. Leah waved and, in her mind,
Sarah answered by tossing her mane and scraping at the ground with a
front hoof. It was time for another pretend adventure.
Sarah poked her white horn through the doorway of her little house and
shook her head from side to side. When Sarah-a flying unicorn-
waggled her long white horn like that, it carried only one message: Sarah
wanted to fly. Leah sat on the floor, next to the doorway, and missed
being with Sarah.
Leah glanced up at the sky again. The rain had changed to a fine misty
drizzle and the clouds to light gray with patches of blue peeping through.
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