The morning sun slid it’s way up over the horizon, casting gentle rays on the tufts of grass still wet with their morning dew. Its warm rays flooded a seemingly empty pasture, that was until a bay head shot up from behind a leaf pile. Blinking hazily at the rude rays of light that woke her up.
Cheesecake stretched and grumbled, reaching out her hooves as her shoulder blades cracked – a beautiful sign o...
