Spotty nuzzled his nose against November. The two had a long day and were ready for a good night's sleep. The stallion looked at the brown mare sitting beside him. It was hard to believe that earlier today he was alone out in the cold. Now he wouldn't be alone anymore, now Spotty had a place to go to instead of wandering around in the cold.
"Me too..."
Spotty felt like the luckiest stallion ever. He had never expected to find anyone as wonderful as November, and in one day no less. The urge to stay awake with November was great, but his body said otherwise. Soon he was taken over by sleep and had never felt more at peace.
