Post by ~*Rain & Thunder*~ on Apr 14, 2008 18:00:35 GMT -5
On the other side of the wild,There was a foal being born.Her mother was a light bay and white american mustang mare and her father was a brown stallion.There names were flying chanses and queen.Queen laid down in the indian pasture and pushed.There was a sharp figure in her.By the 3rd push the foal was out.It was a small,brown and white filly."What shall we name it?"Queen asked Flying Chances."Rain."He repied.The filly got to her legs and started nursing.It was the beginning of a new life.
