Blanche- A Wild Mare

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Parts 5
Time 7m

Reads 515
Votes 15
Parts 5
Time 7m

(Just started editing the first few chapters I wrote. The prologue is up.  I am working on a second one)
    
    I woke up to the sound of birds singing.  My eyes opened and stared at the world in wonder.
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    Blanche sniffed carefully at the clean, fresh air.  It tickled her delicate nose.  She shivered leaning against her mother.
    
    Macy, noticing that her foal was awake, nudged her gently, urging her to stand.  Blanche stood on shaky, wobbly legs and suckled happily.  When she was full and satisfied, her mother then groomed her, making sure that her scent imprinted onto her foal. That way, if Blanche was lost in the herd, her mother would be able to find her by scent.
    
    Blanche nickered. 
    
    "Mama, what is that black shiny thing?"   The shiny thing Blanche was referring to was a monarch butterfly.   
    
    "That is a butterfly my dear."   Woofff!  Macy snorted as the butterfly tried to land on her soft, velvet muzzle. 
    
    "Pretty butterfly, pretty butterfly!"  The little foal danced and pranced about chasing the flying insect.
    
    
    
    
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(Just started editing the first few chapters I wrote. The prologue is up.  I am working on a second one)
    
    I woke up to the sound of birds singing.  My eyes opened and stared at the world in wonder.
    +++
    
    Blanche sniffed carefully at the clean, fresh air.  It tickled her delicate nose.  She shivered leaning against her mother.
    
    Macy, noticing that her foal was awake, nudged her gently, urging her to stand.  Blanche stood on shaky, wobbly legs and suckled happily.  When she was full and satisfied, her mother then groomed her, making sure that her scent imprinted onto her foal. That way, if Blanche was lost in the herd, her mother would be able to find her by scent.
    
    Blanche nickered. 
    
    "Mama, what is that black shiny thing?"   The shiny thing Blanche was referring to was a monarch butterfly.   
    
    "That is a butterfly my dear."   Woofff!  Macy snorted as the butterfly tried to land on her soft, velvet muzzle. 
    
    "Pretty butterfly, pretty butterfly!"  The little foal danced and pranced about chasing the flying insect.
    
    
    
    
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