With a yawn the little silver taur lifted his head from the grass. He was thirsty and there was nobody around to help him find something to drink. He stood upon shaky hooves and shook out his dusty purple mane.
Walking on the grassy plain was harder than it seemed to the young horse boy. He stumbled and tripped and almost fell onto his face more than once. With small cries of pain now and again he made his slow why to what sounded like moving water. Where was his human caretaker? He pushed threw a patch of sharp reeds and saw someone already at the water. "Uh oh," he squeaked. His human was the only other person he knew, he was too young really.
