It rose out of the red mist; a Phoenix rising from the flames.
Standing proud, like a Peacock in all its glory.
With the grace of a Stag and the strut of a Stallion, it came upon them.
The strength of a Bull in its chest. The glint of a Wolf in its eye.
The women stayed still. The novices couldn’t help but gasp in awe.
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The Angry Farmer 