The secret of the moon valley

It was still light, but inside it appeared the outlines of thousands of galloping white horses with fluttering mane, curved necks resembling the neck of chess figures. It was a galloping island of sea horses, which Maria Old Pastor spoke of, and they announced dawn with their joyful running.
They were already close, and the roar of the sea burst into the ears of all four, and the radiance of the light blinded them. Monsieur Kukarekur de Graza screamed with fear and tried to protect her head with his hands, but Maria knew that the galloping horses would not harm them, they would simply rejuvenate them with light, like a rainbow that rises after the rain. So it happened. White horses have disappeared ... All, for, with the exception of one.
They saw that she was standing to the right of them under a huge pine tree, with a proudly curved neck, raising one tenderly defined silver hoof, half turning, as if frozen in half -bumping. Then she also disappeared, and there was nothing left in the forest but the usual spilling light of dawn.
Maria nodded and moved.
- Well, what? she said.
“You won,” said Monsieur Cukarekur de Maraz.
- Tomorrow I will think that all this was only a dream
- but you won and I will restrain my word.
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