Cocoa lay, the moon's soft rays gently laying on her chocolate brown pelt in rays of blue-silver, barely peering in above the gate to her stall. Feebly, she pawed her forehooves around the soft, dusty earth below her, and wearily, she heaved herself to all four of her hooves. Shakingly, she extended her neck toward the little shaded figure that whimpered in the corner and blindly looked around the dark room with it's glossy, squinting black eyes. "Goodnight, baby," Cocoa whispered, nuzzling the little filly, her words tender and loving. "Sleep well."
With that, the filly bowed her head between her knees and fell into a light, troubled sleep, now and then a furrow would etch itself into her forehead. Many sullen, childish thoughts pained her. So many questions of why, why, why. Why was life so dark and scary? Why did it smell so bad? She shuddered in her half-slumber when she heard Cocoa wheeze again from the dust and mold. Why was Mommy making that silly noise? That sound alarmed her, but she didn't know what it was. Whenever she would ask if her mother was all right, Cocoa would simply tell her not to worry, and to go back to sleep. How could she sleep with so much worry?
Cocoa limply laid her neck against the framework of the stall as she gazed up at the stars, her eyes empty and wet with tears; they themselves seemed to desperately cry for help. She yearned for her precious daughter to have more than this. This wasn't the end, was it? She hoped not. But her hope dwindled.
With that, the filly bowed her head between her knees and fell into a light, troubled sleep, now and then a furrow would etch itself into her forehead. Many sullen, childish thoughts pained her. So many questions of why, why, why. Why was life so dark and scary? Why did it smell so bad? She shuddered in her half-slumber when she heard Cocoa wheeze again from the dust and mold. Why was Mommy making that silly noise? That sound alarmed her, but she didn't know what it was. Whenever she would ask if her mother was all right, Cocoa would simply tell her not to worry, and to go back to sleep. How could she sleep with so much worry?
Cocoa limply laid her neck against the framework of the stall as she gazed up at the stars, her eyes empty and wet with tears; they themselves seemed to desperately cry for help. She yearned for her precious daughter to have more than this. This wasn't the end, was it? She hoped not. But her hope dwindled.
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