Post by horselover4ever122 on Mar 16, 2008 16:53:18 GMT -5
Sashay hurried along. Her time was fast approaching. Hurridly she picked a shady spot. And layed down. She pushed hard and the foal slid out, no problem at all. Instinctivly she reached over and licked the little foal clean. She smiled as the little one tried to stand. Her chestnut legs wobbled. Sashay nudged the foal, time to go, my little Wind Dancer. she whispered.
