"I'm not going to let you win this fight." He teased. "So either you tell me or I go back to sleep." The stallion yawned, his eyes sparkling mischievously

Lily groaned and then said, "OKAY! Unless you REALLY want to go to sleep..."

"Whatever you choose" he laughed, knowing he had won. "So, what's your name?"

"My name is... Okay, I really hate my name, but here goes. My name's Coca Cola. But PLEASE call me Lily. If you don't I will kill your muzzle right off your face."

He laughed loudly. "For one, how will you kill my muzzle off my face? For two, I don't think you could." He snorted. "For three, I'm very bad at following rules. So I might sorry if I accidentally call you that, Coca Cola." He tossed his mane, chuckling

"Now tell me yours." Lily insisted.

"Okay, Coca Cola. My name is Wild West, but you can call me West." He grinned crookedly

"Thank you West. It was nice meeting you." Lily turns to walk away.

"I hope I see you soon, Lily." He murmured gently, then practically disappeared into the shade of the trees.

Lily trotted a few yards then came upon a large rock. She slowed to a walk and walked around it, but before she had time to trot again, a panther leapt out from behind it and grabbed onto her back. Lily cried out in terror, thrashing, trying to get the wild animals off her back. But he held fast to the mare.