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A small, gangly foal lay in the straw, looking bedraggled and miserable. It has brown, darker than the mare who gave him birth, but still a bay. Bright white spilled down the front of it’s face, shortening to a trickle and then tapering off alltogether. It’s copper muzzle proved it was a bay, and then on it back leg, one tiny white sock.
It was also a little colt. A little colt, whose life would be tumbled and confused, and would not rest for a moment. He would need bravery and courage, as well as a steady temperment.
As soon as possibly, the copper mare was moved. She would never again see her stall, the foal she had fostered, or the world again. The people were deeply saddened by the loss, but these things happened. And they were prepared.
The gray was led in immediantly, and she seemed to know what she needed to do. A long pink tongue stretched out to rasp at the colt’s fur, and she attempted to warm him up. He weakly raised his head, and stared at the gray horse standing above him. His stomach growled, and he decided it was time to get up.
But how to work these long, giraffe-like legs? One after another, he hoisted himself to a standing position, looking like a puppet with it’s strings cut. He couldn’t smell what instinct told him to smell out- milk.
The people came inside, calling words he couldn’t understand. He lifted up one leg, and promptly fell over. The people gently lifted him up, and guided him to a strange object that smelled faintly of milk.
Next, they tried to place the object in his mouth. He started to back up, and fell over again. This time, the people let him get up on his own, and this time he allowed the strange object to be inserted into his mouth. His instinct allowed him to suckle at it, and his hunger vanished.
The people quickly realized how fast of a learner he was, and how calm and confident he appeared to be. He allowed the strange, rubbing material to be placed over his face, and he learned how to walk easily, to back up, to stand still when a kind lady came to visit, and to not get in the gray mare’s way.