O-OpheliaHamlet lifted his head with a little snort, making sure mommy was still there. She was. Standing not all too far away with a friend, grazing and chatting together. Hamlet didn’t know what they all had with the silly grass. It was green and tickled in your nose, but Drysi said he’d soon enough like it too. Normally Hamlet believed everything his older sister said, but he wasn’t sure about that grass. Why would he want to eat that, if there was mommy’s tasty, warm milk?
The little colt shook his head and returned to exploring in the high grass. High grass least was fun for exploring and mommy had said he could go explore as much as he wanted, as long as he’d make sure, he’d still be able to see her and come whenever she called. Right now he could still see her and so everything was good. Not to mention there was so much to discover! A little bug fluttered away, when he tried to sniff at it, making Hamlet giggle somewhat and mumble “Bug.” He