When Ji Hui and Zerleg were finished,
They set off to Ulaanbaatar,
By then it was past nightfall,
So they followed the great North Star,
Suddenly they saw Od speeding,
But lots of fear layered her eyes,
She screeched and cried loudly!
It gave Ji Hui a nasty surprise.
“A sandstorm has been building up!
It’s blazing and coming this way!
We need to find shelter!
Or this may be our last day!
Follow me Ji Hui and Zerleg!
We’ll take shelter behind this stone,
Close your eyes- don’t let sand in,
For the wind is starting to moan!”
All three hid behind a large rock
Scared of what would happen soon,
It was getting musty and cloudy,
And they couldn’t see the moon
Then the first wave battered the land,
In the form of a dark sand cloud,
And although Ji Hui’s eyes were closed,
He heard the storm howling loud
For a second Ji Hui thought,
That he heard the wind call his name
“Chance! Chance! Chance Chance!”
It was driving the poor foal insane
Curiosity got the best,
Temptation finally gave in,
Ji Hui opened his eyes,
And sand rushed past, forced by wind
It struck his heart with pure terror
The storm was a beast charging through,
Darkness swelled around him,
