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Seaspray appeared next to her. Her face was solemn. "I suppose you won't want to listen," she sulked, "But I have news for you. I've met Jet before. Or, more precisely, stallions exactly like him. They're big, handsome, fearless, caring, rebellious. When I was just a young thing, I thought they were cool. The first few I met I really believed loved me. They promised me and others that they would lay down their lives for me, that they would fight to the death to take me away with them. It was almost the truth, too. They would fight, fight hard to take me away. They got what they wanted, but formed me into a foal-producing machine. When one foal was born, they would make another." Seaspray spat. Her words were bitter. "The foals always died. They were weak." Then Seaspray went away into the Farther Pastures, far away where no one could find her.
