"Galop…..galop…..galop….."
*Pish*
"Ouch!!!"
*Pish*
"Ouch"
*Huuu….haaaa. Huuuuu…haaaa*
*Pish*
*Errrrrr…..*
"Aaaaaaaaghhhhh!!!!!"
*CRASH*
"Huuu….haaa. Huuu….haaaa. Huuu….haaa.. Huuu….haaaa. Huuu......…haaaa."
"Momma, is he dead?"
"Mister!!!
Mister!!!!!
MISTER!!!!!!"
"He's not moving."
"...Get him in the cave."
"What about his….umm….'cycle? It's all beat up."
"Take that too. He fell off the cliff a long ways. Just hope he's alright."
"Clay, put him on my back, then walk beside me."
"Where did he come from?"
"And why did he leave?"
"How'd he get all the way out here?"
"You can have all your questions answered in the morning. Don't hog around him. Give him some room."
"Step aside!!! Step aside!!!"
"Lay him over there."
"Ma, what are these stockings on his feet and hands? They're colorful."
"Get them off.
STACY, GET ME SOME FRESH LEAVES. CLAY, GET ME A BATH OF WARM WATER."
"What about me?"
"Fire, you'll help me bandage him up."