Belle
One day a new arrival
came to the herd… a shiny black coated friesian foal she was beautiful, a while later the herd grazed and the foals ran around and played in the meadow but only one didn’t it was the newborn because… well… she was too young. The mares watched their foals.
A while later the foals ran to their mothers to get dinner but the newborn didn’t have to.
After dinner the herd started to rest and the foals slept soundly, the crickets chirped and the wind whispered.
In the morning the herd got up and got in a tight circle around the foals this meant danger… but what was it?
