Report, if you have a problem with this page“ As I got closer to the fence, I held my shirt over my nose to block the smell. One stallion waded through the muck and whinnied angrily at me. He bared his teeth, which were pointed like a bear's.I tried to talk to him in my mind. I can do that with most h ”
Rick Riordan
From : The Battle of the Labyrinth
