Alejandro rode quickly upon his magnificent white steed. The river behind him had turned white, signifying an early Mountain snow melt. Soon the river would overflow its banks and would most certainly, wipe away his village.
He donned his black mask, pulling back on the horse’s reigns. The white beauty reared up on his back legs, his front legs kicked high. As soon as his hooves hit the dry ground beneath him,
he stretched out into a full run.
The masked man barreled into the village, yelling to anyone he could see, telling them to run. The villagers raced to the highest cliff where they watched their homes and meager businesses being washed away.
One of the men turned to Alejandro and thanked him profusely, then asked,
“To whom do we owe our lives masked one?”
The horse reared again. The man’s voice rang out clear and true,
“Zorro!”
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Good take Ami…………… you’ve put your link on my post though so hope you’ve done the same to Christine’s. The pingback is to her original post though. Hope you are keeping well and regaining your strength.
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Hi Di and thank you. WordPress wouldn’t let me post on Christine’s blog at the time so I snuck in through your back door!! 🫢
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No problems Ami.
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A delightful tale, Ami, I like that Alejandro gave Zorro the credit!
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Thank you Keith! 😉
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Oh! Yes great Ami the all round good guy Zorro 💜💜
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Thank you Willow! 😊
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Reblogged this on Stine Writing and commented:
Ami’s take on a legendary character
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Very good story! Fits the picture well…if you look at it from that viewpoint! Lol. For a minute I thought he was going to shout, “Santa!”, but I like Zorro better!
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Thank you Christine! Just a little silly story! 😊
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Very nicely done Ami.
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Thank you Sadje! 🙏
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You’re most welcome
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