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                                   an instant when I heard a loud,                                   angry snort directly behind me.  I                                   spun around to find him rearing                                   with his front hooves directly over                                   me.   How he moved across the                                   corral that fast, and without me                                   hearing him, I had no idea, but the                                   look in his eye told me he was not                                   playing.                                          I had no time to prepare     before he came down, hitting me hard on my right shoulder     with his hoof.  The force of the blow slammed me to the     ground, knocking the air from me and tumbling the     pitchfork from my hand.  Although I was too dazed to     think, the adrenalin surged through me, and my heart     started racing.            He rose again to strike, and although my thoughts     were jumbled and cloudy, I somehow knew that if he came     down on me, he’d kill me.  I rolled, and his hooves crashed     down where I had lain.  Again he rose to strike, but now     my mind was starting to clear, and, along with the     adrenaline increasing my speed, my thoughts raced for a     way out of my predicament.  That was when I saw the pitch     fork.  I rolled again, and once more his hooves crashed     down where I had been.  But this time I rolled toward the     pitch fork.            As he rose to strike once more, I reached out and     grabbed the fork, and in a single motion swung the back of     it, hitting him on the side of his head.  It was barely enough     for the force of the blow to twist his body one way and                                        8
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