It was a day like any other. The birds were singing and a breeze could be felt in anyone's mane. Lily had always lived by herself out near the woods. Her mane was short and light, just as her tail. Her blue eyes always shown a carefree spirit that always looked to help those in need. She would hum to herself as she would stroll close to the little creek near by. She would graze on berries and soft grass around her home. She would sleep in a clearing, under the stars. She loved night and day, but she preferred the day since silence always disturbed her easily.
