The day was nice, nicer than most. High in the cloudless sky, tiny birds of different colors sang a happy tune. A slight breeze blew, cooling those that were caught under the hot summer sun. Eyota looked up at the sky and smiled at the tiny birds, sometimes he wished he could be like the birds and fly high into the sky. He would be more graceful and never trip over his four legs ever again. His green eyes looked down at his four legs and shrugged. His clumsiness was who he was and he did not want to change anything about himself.
Eyota continued on his way, being careful where he placed his hooves, only to stubble on an invisible rock. Before he hit the hard rocky ground, the stallion caught himself, relieved that he had not completely fallen. He looked up to the sky again to watch the birds, a part of him wishing that he had wings so he would never have an intimate meeting with the ground again.
