Candy Bar Whirl was absolutely and positively...lost.
He had been with his mother. She was yammering on about something, probably his father. Whirl was starting to get the idea they didn't get along too well. Papa was always saying weird things to him that he didn't understand. Mama, who Whirl suspected barley understood either, explained it that Papa was being mean, but in a sneeky way so Whirl didn't know. That Papa loved Whirl, but just wished he was a bit more like his sister. Which was silly. Mama said Tira was annoying and wanted attention all the time. But she loved Whirl...
He shook his head, having let his thoughts get the better of him again. This didn't happen particularly often. Now, to figure out where he was. Mama was talking... and....there had been a very pretty green butterfly. And he followed it, until it few up high. Then a pretty blue bird flew by, so he followed that one. And there was a stream, and a group of fish were swimming up it, so he followed them... and then something rustled in the nearby bushes, which scared him away.
And now, he didn't recognize where he was at all. Papa always said he needed to get away from Mama, she was a bad influence. He said a stallion his age shouldn't be spending all his time with his mother.
Well Papa...you got your wish.
