Post by Meghan on May 20, 2007 4:44:30 GMT -5
His First...
Marco beckoned for his loved one, Precious. At the sound of his voice, Precious began a steady trot towards his whinny. She squealed back and began to quicken the pace. Marco stood at the top of Teepi Hill, waiting for Precious. She trotted, not cantering, not wanting to hurt her unborn one. Marco galloped down at the sight of Precious, the biggest mare in the herd at the moment, heavily pregnant with his first foal.
Its Time!
Precious flared her nostrils, covered with sweat. Not like she would use to do when she came home from meeting her friends. Her tail was high, she sniffed the ground, wanting a place to lay.
She soon lay, she began to push and a red bubble emerged. She pushed and out it slipped... a foal. Precious looked around at it, feeling worried, "Is it alive? Is it moving?" Marco nudged the un-moving foal. "I can't tell... It's not doing anything, i'm not sure if it's survived..." Opal, one of the herds mares trotted over. "Precious, Marco, Is the foal alright?" She nudged it and suddenly, an ear moved, it began breathing. "It's O.K, It's O.K!" Precious whispered.
The Happening of the loss...[/i]
Precious stood, the foal sitting up, trying to stand. "Go on...Go on!" The foal stood... wobbling...
(rest v soon)