The Mare Blog Archive on May 10, 2011, 13:00

Story by HorseWings, age 15 | Illustration by Tasha, age 16

They were there again. Seya could hear the gentle plodding of hoof beats and the quiet nickers of the small herd as they got closer to her tent. She listened to them until she just couldn’t stand it anymore and needed to see them; then she slowly worked open the bottom part of the zipper that held her tent flaps together.

Slowly, she peeked out and looked over a scene that appeared to have come straight out of a dream. Twelve horses of varying size, color, and build stood grazing under the light of a full moon that

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