Roxanne was back in her stall, feeling dizzy and hurt from being impregnated by the strangely handsome, yet foolish stallion yesterday. Her rump was red and bloody from the two-legs hitting her with the barbed whip, and her belly felt swollen with a foal already. "Ughhh, the agony," the sickly mare groaned, her words echoing off the rundown barn. Her dark chestnut mane was brightened by the slit of light behind her, spilling out onto her deep chocolate brown eyes. The young mare was truly beautiful, she could now see why her past and current breeding farm homes had filled her belly with fillys and colts one too many times.