She licked the wet foal- a large, leggy chestnut with socks and a snip. A colt. Looked rather like his father, she thought sourly. She cuddled him, trying to warm him. " thanks" she said to honey.
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Remus stood quietly at Sprite's head, giving her an encouraging nuzzle as he watched the foal emerge. A smile spread across his muzzle, and he glanced down at Sprite proudly. "It's out!"
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''he beautiful like his mother and father'' she smiled at them, just as she did her contraction happened she fell to the grass as she neighed
With a snort, Remus looked over at the other mare. He gaped, shaking his head. Not another one!
Resigned, Remus walked over to Honey, moving the grass and stalks around her so that she could lie more comfortably. In the meantime he glanced at Sprite and her new foal, wishing that he could always remember the picture--it was perfect. What pleased him most, however, was that Sprite had accepted the foal, despite it's origins.