Post by mycheese on Dec 25, 2006 14:46:53 GMT -5
Pure Luck's pistons danced their way to the Foaling Stream, where she would birth her foal. It was a great place for the foal to be introduced to the world.
She trotted to a tall grass patch and began to graze, mowing the grass to a leveled length to all the rest. She then piaffed to the Stream to quench her thirst.
The foal kicked inside her. She turned her neck as if to nuzzle the foal. Pure Luck lay beside the Stream, awaiting time to come.