It had been many months since Dave had rescued Berry. The poor mare had been thin and bruised when they met, belly swollen with unwanted babies and pelt encrusted in the blood of her slain herd mates and a thousand yard stare as she tried to drown herself in a creek. Today she was a happy mother, her babies cheeped and wriggled in the little cave as their mother slowly stepped over them, a gentle smile on her face.
“Be gewd babbehs whiwe mummah’s gone!” She cooed and nosed clumps of blue fur over their little squirming bodies.
“Hey Berr! How are the babies?” Dave crouched on a root next to her little abode.
“Hewwow, Mistah Dabe!” Berry giggled happily, her ears flapping in glee as she turned, “Babbehs am doin’ gewd, dey am sho cyute!” She squealed happily.
“That’s good, I’m glad you’re happy.” Dave reached down and ruffled her mane, a soft smile on his face.