As the walkers step away from the tea cups, content at having ruined the tea party, you hear a faint spluttering coming from one of the cups...
Oh dear! It appears this poor biscuit mare has been thoroughly... drenched in tea by those vicious brutes.
Will one of you give her a new (drier) home?

(Coloured by Uta)
Note: as she is a secret prize, whoever I roll has 24 hours to chose if they want to keep her or pass on her. If you pass I will roll a new winner for her.