Magnus Horse Tree

	Then I saw the large tree branch hanging directly in our path. I realized Stanley was going to run right under it at full speed. Even if the branch had been properly labeled low clearance, Stanley couldn’t read.
	SMACK!
	I found myself flat on my back in the snow. Above me, pine branches swayed in fuzzy Technicolor. My teeth ached.
	I managed to sit up. My vision cleared, and I spotted Alex a few feet away, curled up and groaning in a pile of pine needles.