
Zeke stayed as still as possible, crouched in the grass and staring at a bug. Today the young foal was a hunter! He had to wait for just the right time to make his move. If he didn't he knew he would miss. He had already tried and failed quite a few times, and it was getting late in the day. He might never be able to take his bug home as a prize if he didn't get this one! A fly landed on his ear, and he flicked it away. Oh no! The bug saw the movement, and now it was on guard. Zeke would have to wait until it calmed down and went about its business again. How did the young foal know all this? Why, good planning of course. He had spent the last two days watching hunters stalk their prey, and he now considered himself an expert on the subject. Those two days were hard too, since sometimes the hunters decided that they wanted to hunt him! But when that happened he just flew away, and found some one else to watch.
There! The bug was wandering around again, looking for food. Zeke waited, waited, waited......Now! The dark foal sprang into action, bursting out of the grass towards his prey. Unfortunately, he misjudged the distance between him and his prize. His perfectly executed spring propelled him through the air and into a tangled heap on the ground. The bug was startled into the air by this large, ungainly projectile, but soon came to land again, this time on the foal's nose. Zeke went cross-eyed, trying to see the bug. He snorted, trying to get it off, but to no avail. He glared at the offending insect. Foiled again!