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Phoebe shrugged. "Who knows?" she said as the colt coughed up most of the milk again and sqeaked. He began to shuffle away painfully on his crooked, bent up knees. And because his eyes were still forced shut by the threads, he had no idea where he was going.
Adam gently pushed him back. "Phoebe, if there are any... We need to find them. How can I transport him? You stay here with the filly." He suggested hopefully.
The colt screamed in pain as he fell back on one of his hindlegs and crushed the softbones under his own weight, even if he was abnormally small. "I guess if you need to transport them, pull him along or sling him over your back," Phoebe said through the foal's cries.
Meanwhile, Amethyst watched from the pool above.