Post by dreambig on Feb 24, 2008 18:49:12 GMT -5
Windsong approched the field, knowing she was soon to foal. She lay down quietly, and heard the sway of the grasses and the whispers in the wind.Then she knew her foal was coming and she pushed the bay filly onto the meadow grass. The filly was gorgeus with an odd crestunt moon in the middle of her forhead and 2 socks on her back feet.As Windsong licked her clean she was truely happy,she let the foal suckle and they walked slowly,peacefuly towards the apple orcard.