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right one. Virgin territory. Ha ha again. A virgin on virgin territory. Double virgins. Triple if you count Brooklyn who is a gelding and in all likelihood a virgin too. I’m definitely turning into a jokester, just like Logan Losino.
    Brooklyn lengthens his trot so it feels like we’re flying. Tears stream out of my eyes we’re moving so fast. The footing is perfect and cushions every footfall. We round a bend, plunge down a short hill, and suddenly we’re at the river.
    Brooklyn stops. We both study the water bubbling and gurgling around an expanse of exposed boulders. Brooklyn takes a few tentative steps into the melee until all four feet are in the water. He is such a keener. We will be an unbeatable team when it comes time for competing cross-country. I sit back so I interfere as little as possible with his balance, and that’s when I see the huge animal beside the far river bank.

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    Between the sounds of the rushing water, and the muffling of Brooklyn’s hoofsteps in the soft ground, the animal hasn’t heard us.
    At first I think the obvious. This is a bear. A large bear, huddled in the water, fishing maybe. Except it’s not black enough. We only have black bears here, no brown ones, no grizzlies.
    Brooklyn sees it too. His body tenses, and then I feel his heart pounding right through the saddle. Holy crap. He raises his head and blows a trumpet call out his nose, sounding like a bull elephant.
    The creature leaps straight up in the air, exactly like I saw the werewolves do in that movie, with incredible strength. When he lands, he crouches in the water and turns to look at us. He doesn’t swivel his head on his neck like we would, but twists his shoulders to bring us into view. He’s at least twenty metres away, so I can’t see him with absolute clarity, and I only have a few seconds before he turns away, but I sure don’t think he has a werewolf face. Was I imagining? Because it almost looked more like a monkey face, on a head with no neck, kind of like Franco but even more so. If not a werewolf, then what kind of bear would this be?
    The creature wades smoothly out of the boulder-strewn river. He bounds gracefully up the bank and stops and turns his whole body and looks at us again. I notice something else: he isn’t a he. He’s a she, with large hairy breasts. I’ve watched a lot of Animal Planet and National Geographic, and I’ve never seen a bear with breasts before. It makes me feel sick, as though I’m seeing something I’m not supposed to see, or possibly something that isn’t supposed to exist. I want to be logical and I don’t want my imagination to become overactive again, but seeing this creature makes me think that I’d be much better off if a unicorn leapt out of the bush and sprinkled us with fairy dust.
    Brooklyn blows another elephant call; the creature steps effortlessly over a fallen tree then walks into the woods and disappears. On her hind legs. Not like a bear at all.
    Immediately it’s as though she was never there, as though I imagined everything. Except that Brooklyn is still vibrating beneath me. He trumpets yet another challenge. I give him a squeeze with my legs as a request to return his focus to me, and gently urge him to bring his head around so we can turn and get back home. He is only too eager to oblige, and takes off at a gallop out of the water. He has surprised me, so I’m not in balance and for a moment it’s all I can do to hang on and avoid low-hanging branches as we head up the path. He grunts beneath me, pushing for speed, pushing for home.
    I tell him to whoa. He ignores me. This has never happened before. I take a grip on the reins and pull. If anything he goes faster.
    I’m on a runaway!
    I wonder if he’s going too fast to make the corner where the trail branches, whether the soft footing will give way and leave us sprawled in a heap, with me on the bottom,