The creek bubbled down the mountain, greeting the banks as it burbled by. Jumping over rocks and ducking under fallen branches, it shouted out joyfully, splashing everything with its cold wet droplets.
Laughing up at the bright blue sky, its water lovingly reflecting puffy white clouds, the creek sang out its running water song as it rolled along beside the trail. Whenever it rumbled over logs, it left behind just that one little frozen bit to lengthen the icicles already growing there.
The brown and white muzzle of the horse came close to drink and the ice-cold water nipped at his nose, tickling the whiskers. Head bobbing, horse and water splashed about, playing in bright mid-day sun.
Working on the sequel, eh?