The sea was no longer a wildcat. She became a kitten, fawning and lapping about the ponies' legs.
The ponies were exhausted and their coats were heavy with water, but they were free, free, free! They raised their heads and snuffed the wind.
The smell was unlike that of the lowland moors of Spain, but it was good! They sucked in the sharp, sweet pungence of pine woods, and somewhere mixed in with the piney smell and the enticing scent of salt grass.
"She belongs to the world of men, but I-I belong to the isle of the wild things!"
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