Foraged Tales

A dark shadow moved swiftly through the dense trees and ferns. Breaking into a canter it veered off and followed a fox trail to a riverbank, keeping the steady gait it reached a valley where the river dispersed into a large waterfall crashing on the rocks below. Turning again it pushed into a gallop where the valley descended and opened into a large hollow surrounded by scarce bushes and high cliffs and the waterfall ran into a deep trench and pooled into a pond. Pulling up, and lowering it's muzzle to the water, the hollow slowly filled with horses, all finding a spot to drink. Once they had all had their fill they began to pick at the grass sprouting around the stream. The colts and fillies played in the shadows of the tall mountains and the mares and stallions nickered to each other, sharing experiences and the latest news.

It was almost sunrise when most of the horses had gone only leaving a couple of geldings, a stallion and his mare. Drinking the last of their fill and snatching their last mouthful of grass they started to leave. When the first shaft of sunlight peeked over the cliffs and it landed on a small beige filly, only hours old, lying helplessly on the shore. This is her story.
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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤, 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭.