Hamlet 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