The Cascade Clearing

When I remember The Cascade Clearing, I remember my mamma. She was a very beautiful mare, with her golden coat and a twinkle in her eyes. She said I looked just like her. She had never had a foal like me. I was born at the clearing. A beautiful place that my mamma knew. We spent most of our days there, rolling in the lush, dewy grass, or twisting and turning around the gigantic eucalyptus trees that towered over us.