Animal Foal

The herd was feeling feisty. There had been a new birth, a little stallion tottering on legs that were far too long for its tiny body, large liquid eyes that said: ‘What happened, where am I?’
The mother was vigorously licking him dry while some of the older mares stood by.
I moved over to Epo-Na. ‘One day’, she said, ‘this little tottering thing is going to be a king’. But for now he is just a wet little baby.’
Her eyes were soft as she watched mother and baby getting acquainted with each other.