3. Count your Lucky Stars
I sat in my stall waiting for dinner time to come around. The fat little groom was taking Ginger out, a beautiful Blue Roan out for a quick wash. I looked for my dam, who was in the pasture with my sire, the owner's son, trying to get them to breed again. I rolled my eyes and looked into my water bucket. I looked at my reflection and how I wish I looked like my mother. "There we go! Good boy!" the son yelled. Oh great, another foal. Just what my poor, old, beat down of a dam my mother is. I love her so much but at er age, she shouldn't be having foals. Trust me, I know.
"So, how was the lesson?" my dam asked, a little hop in her step. I gave her the face that looks like the owner gave us moldy grain. "Oh, I see." she said and chuckled a little bit. "Mom, you better be counting your lucky starts." I said, looking into her eyes "Why dear.?" she asked back. "Becuase I'm gonna get you, dad, and me outta here.!" I exclaimed. She stopped in her tracks and started luaghing at me.
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