You are Vicky
You got up as you always do
At 4am. You enjoy staring your day with a walk across the farm.
It helps you clear your mind and steady yourself for the day ahead
As you walk you see something in the distance
As you get closer you realize it’s a fluffy.
A…foal ? No. No that can’t be right.
It’s too big to be a foal
As you approach it doesn’t make a sound.
“Holy hell.”
It is indeed a foal
It’s eyes not even open yet
But it’s the biggest foal you’ve ever seen. At least double the size a regular one
It’s huddled up against the hot water heater
You pick up the foal
His main which was barely even peach fuzz, matched its beautiful mahogany fluff
It doesn’t make a single sound but you feel it breathing
You head back to the house and ask
Zoey for some help
You’re younger sister carefully examines the foal
“It’s definitely a foal.but it’s freaking huge”
“Anything else you can tell me about it?”
“More than likely a feral abandoned by its mother for being a bad color “
“I kind of…”
Zoey smirks
“You wanna keep it don’t you?”
You sheepishly rub the back of your neck
“Come on sis I let you and Lorna have fluffies, besides look at the size of this beast! I wanna know how big it will get and what kind of temperament it will have.”
Zoey sighs
“And here I thought you were the responsible one “
“Alright I’ll help you. But you need to understand a few things “
“1: this is a feral. Meaning that you can’t just give it to a domesticated milk mare . Feral foals aren’t as loud as domesticated foals so a domesticated mare will not recognize the subtle signals a feral foal gives.
2: feral foals don’t tend to acclimate well with domesticated foals. If you want to have a feral you need to keep it away from domesticated foals at all times until its old enough to train
3: domesticated foals are easily agitated by sound due to them associating making noise with attracting predators “
You know it’s a lot of work but the child inside you really wants this
As the oldest sister and face of the farm you often have to present yourself as calm, collected and professional.
But gosh darn it!
This was a chance to have the kind of fluffy you’d always wanted
And you weren’t about to let it slip by
Zoey looks at you curiously
“So what’s his name?”
You had been so excited that you forgot to give the big boy a name
You racked your brain for a moment
And then like a freight train it hit you
“Grendel”
Zoey chuckles
“Let’s hope he’s got a better temperament than his namesake.”