A small mare had been wandering through the forest in the dark. Her pale blue eyes were warily watching out for any danger, as well as scavenging for food. Her ears were perked up and alert, swiveling to any particular sound. A loud rumble from her stomach distracted her from her overly-worried mind. She quickened her pace to a mellow trot, searching for food. She wished she wasn't being so particular with food. She wished she would just settle for grass, but apples seemed like the better option.
Fortunately for her, she found an apple tree. Yet, unfortunately for her, they were up pretty high. Her ears flickered, still trying to focus on listening to any suspicious noises. The usdia mare sighed in disappointment wondering how she would get an apple down. She wouldn't settle for the rotting apples on the ground. She wrinkled her nose. She wasn't that desperate.
