After I finish telling my Aunt about my life at the farm and what has happen up till now. Her reaction to El primero was hilarious, he called a mocoso. Which I found out later means brat. I couldn't help but agree with her on that. She seemed very surprise and a bit worried about me being friends with a group of bulls but, I assure her that Ferd, Bones, Guapo, Machina, and Valiente are not like any other bulls out there. I was able to later find out that my mother actually sang me those songs the day I was born it was nice to know especially since it's what I only have of her. We talked all day, it was good to be able to catch up with the only family member that I have left. When night came we head back to the herd along with the fouls and settle down to sleep.
Even though its my first time sleeping out here in the middle of the field it feels natural for some reason.
"Goodnight Auntie sleep well." I said and went to lay down on the grassy ground. On the outer side of where the herd was.
"You sure you don't want to be more inside the herd?" Auntie ask and paused looking at me
"I'll be fine. Don't worry Auntie." I said sincerely
"If you say so little one, Goodnight" said Auntie and started walking over to where the rest of the horses were.
I laid my head down and closed my eyes. I put myself in a comfortable spot and as I was dozing off to sleep I thought I felt someone lay down next to me.
"Must be my imagination." I thought and let sleep take me
*****In dream******
I dream I was back on the farm, with Ferd and the rest of the bulls. Nina and Juan's laugh and Paco's always stoic face.Lupe seem to be enjoying the flowers around her and the hedgehogs seem to enjoy eating all the vegetables in the garden. We laugh and started running around the barn. I started running out to the pasture but when I looked back the barn, everyone was gone. I was alone in the field where I was found I then saw a stallion and a mare accompanied with a young foul that---wait is that me?
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The Stallion and the mare looked at each other lovingly and shared that same look at their young foul.
"Look at her Storm isn't she precious"said the Mare looking at her sleeping foul
"Yes she is. She's as beautiful as her mother" The stallion said back with a calm loving look"Have you chosen a name for her?"
"Yes. Rain..her name will be Rain." The mare then muzzle softly the top of the fouls head. "My beautiful Rain"
"Welcome to the herd my daughter, she'll grow up to a strong, kind, fearless mare."
"She sure will, dear. She sure will"
They suddenly turn to look at where I was standing and gave me a big smile.
"We love you our sweet daughter, we are proud of how you grown up to be. We will always be with you"
