Here it is. I didn't even attempt to describe the birth, since I knew it would be horribly done.
She was moved back to her stall, now clean of all but the rubber matts below her. A small amount of straw was brought in, as well as a bit of hay, in case she was hungry. She was, however, nowhere close to entertaining the thought of food.
Around and around the stall she went, looking similar to a carousal. Every so often she’d stop, paw at the straw and the air, then dash off again, for another few rounds before she’d stop again.
Soon every person, horse, bird and mouse in the barn was aware of what was happening. The foal was finally coming. All the long months of waiting had paid off for the copper mare, and though she was afraid, and more than a little nervous, she was excited. And so were the people.
“Great mother…the father’s won tons of races- he’s retired now though…”
“Shame…he was great…the mother’s still racing?”
“Oh, yeah…that’s why they chose this one to have it- the mother can keep racing- keep bringing home the money!”
Laughter, then silence as they observed the mare. She had begun to lay down, and stay down. Though the mare had no idea of what was happening inside, with her soon to be born foal, the people had many words for what was going on. She attempted to tune them out, but a few broken phrases wandered in.
Suddenly, a great pain inflamed her belly, and she let out a loud, angry sound, somewhere between a whinney and a squeal. The pain was greater than anything she had ever experienced, especially as time wore on. The people immediantly lost their minds. They rushed into the stall, they poked and prodded her, everything became one swirling vortex of choas. And then, before she even knew that her foal had touched the ground, and took in it’s first breath…
Darkness and peace overcame her.
Last edited by horseluver2435; 01-06-2010 at 10:49 PM.