One second and I'll put the story up. This is a fiction story that I'm doing. PLease do not Print, or copy the story line, this is my story, not yours.
The mare was finally done. She was born! The mare begain to lick the foal clean. Lea, she thought, I will name her Lea.
The foal blinked around, taking in the sights of this new world she was born into.
Soon the foal stood up and nursed, being born was hard work! Soon she came to discover that different things had different smells. Flowers smelled good, most of the time.
Her mother was a favorite smell of hers, and she would never forget it. the other horses smelled like, well, other horses.
She knew one other foal named Gypsi. Gypsi became another smell that she knew, a friendly smell. One she would never forget.