Valley of the Stars Blog Archive on September 12, 2009, 15:30

by Tasha, age 14

“Honestly, must you always get yourself into trouble?”

“But I-”

“No buts. Quiet down while I try and get these burrs and weeds from your tail.”

The young grullo colt obeyed, his long, young ears flopping to the sides of his head in submission. His mother angrily plucked debris from his now scraggly black-tipped tail, mumbling to herself about how foals could be such a hoof-full.

Along with a various array of rubbish in his tail, the young colt also had mud splattered over his coat, as well as a few scratches. His four white socks

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