my lungs will fill and then deflate

Thistle was walking when she saw the southern gentleman in front of her. She did not increase her pace as she would come upon him soon enough. She had to fight to curb her smile at his ways. He was really going to taste the salt water. Goodness me, she snorted softly. She stood and watched and when he realized the awful taste. Her gentle laugh rang out across the land. She chuffed to him and sped forward to meet him half way. Laughter still evident on her face.