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    Theogal felt absolutely ridiculous, hanging upside-down from a tree in the middle of nowhere. The gigantic oak that was holding his weight creaked ominously each time he moved so he was trying to stay as still as possible.    He could hear the sound of birds chirping above his head and imagined that they were laughing among themselves about the stupid horse who had managed to get caught in a hunter’s snare. The sound of the wind in the leaves was soothing--reminding him of the spring rain he used to play in as a young colt with his childhood friends.    He was still mentally beating himself up for not noticing the tripwire. It h