Cissia trotted through the fields, carefully avoiding the mud puddles. For days, it had been raining, and it felt wonderful to be out stretching her limbs. Her luxurious mane flowed behind her as she went into a full-blown gallop. Her run, however, was cut short when she hit a wet spot and mud splashed up her legs.
"Oh, disgusting....." She looked down at the brown stuff in complete disgust. How dare it soil her beautiful coat? Looking around, she wondered if there was a small pond or river near by in which she could clean the eye-sore of filth off of her.
