This petrified feeling was new,
Ji Hui shrieked loudly with pure fright,
He kicked and screamed and neighed,
Ji Hui was uncontrollable,
For the little horse was afraid,
Zerleg heard the foal’s desperate cries,
He knew there was something to do,
“Young one the storm is nearly done”
And his low voice began to soothe.
The storm began to slowly die,
Leaving bare rock covered in sand
Daylight was slowly rising though,
Leaving a new mysterious land.
Ji Hui was truly astonished,
So many dunes you couldn’t count them,
He saw the desert in a new light,
And in front stood the proud mountains.
Od chirped and merrily flapped,
She cawed and screeched in delight,
“Huzzah! The storm is now over”
And she happily broke into flight
“We must climb over these mountains,
For we my friends are not too far,
Over these large mountains are plains,
After the plains is Ulaanbaatar!”
Zerleg gave an assuring nod
Walking steadily where Od flied,
Ji Hui briskly followed his friends,
“Zerleg! Wait for me!” he cried
The three began to climb upwards,
The peak was lightly topped with snow,
“Slow and Steady,” whispered Zerleg
Suddenly there was a cry below!
It was an ear-piercing scream,
Mixed with a loud vicious roar,
