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The tiny foal locked eyes with his sire and stared until Winona nudged it and it took its first steps.
Fergus didn't move when the unsteady foal stumbled in his direction, but he did watch its dam closely. He knew mares had protective instincts, even with the sire.
 
Sky put his head down calmly and nickered to his mate "I am glad you are my mate, not Winona." he declared "She is a two-timing hard headed horse. But I love you Flicka"
 
(I know. I am just trying to make Sky say something because he does not really have anything to say. lol)
( How about "O-oh! I think I'm going to have a foal!", just for something interesting
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