"Well...Not too great," the mare answered. She let out a long, drawn out sigh and then winced. "Have you seen my foal before, the runtish one with the twisted legs?"
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"He...He..." Phoebe paused for a moment to force back the tears that were coming. Thankfully, only one dribbled down her face. Oh how I miss that foal, she said within her troubled thoughts. The mare shook out her glossy mane and then spoke. "...He didn't make it."
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"Coming mommy!" Gemma whinnied, giving one last smile at Chance. "Bye! It was nice to see you again!" With a kick of her heels, she trotted slowly back to Layla, her hooves carefully planted so that even if she did stumble on a rock, she would be able to steady herself.