A black stallion in the middle of a great African savannah. Out of place. Alert. The beautiful creature knows of the dangerous lions, hyenas, and other beasts that prowl this feverish region. The magnificent steed is well aware of the peril. This horse does not belong in such an exotic, ruthless locale. His simple, gentle nature offers no protection, no way to anticipate the strange things that may transpire. He is far from his home, having strayed across plains and oceans, through jungles and villages, in pursuit of a bigger dream. Now, though, he longs only to return to the familiar prairie of his youth. He stomps his hoof -- one, two, three times -- but it's no use. He's still here in this Oz. Perhaps there's no turning back.
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