Bored misty-green eyes watched a little squirrel with a flower clamped between its jaws scurry up a creaky oak as the stallion walked right on past it. Strange little thing... and what was with the flower? Shaking his head to clear the slowly bubbling possibilities, his ears twitched in the direction of a voice. Female, that much he was certain of... but from who? Or what? Curiosity never did sit well with him....
So off he went, hooves light against the terrain and attention dead ahead where he'd heard the voice. And sure enough, he spotted the source: a tiny mare! A...
really tiny mare.... wow. What was she?
"Excuse me, but are you alright?" It appeared she was looking for something, though he wasn't sure if he could be a hundred percent sure. And whats more, for what? Like I said, curiosity....