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11-03-2012, 09:56 AM
It was a rather spectacular day, in Yol's fine opinion. The sky was so berry blue, the clouds so cotton white, all fluffy and lovely it made the colt want to wiggle in joy, leap and prance and jump and rear and buck and dance like the yearling he was. It was his first winter, and he loved it. His coat was fluffy, tail still awkward-scraggly, his brown eyes bright amidst his warm gray face. Where were all the other foals who wanted to play? Yol wanted, oh how he longed, to fly. But it was difficult, and a mare had told him a while back it wasn't very safe to be flying on cold days, for ice gathering on your wings and made you plummet to the ground. Awful! The young gray Percheron could not imagine crashing into the ground, listen to your bones break...
Whump! Yol tripped over his feet, landing in a snowdrift with a fantastic spray of white exploding into the air. Cold white danced over him, tingled on his nose and filled his ears. "A-ah-achoooooooooo!" With a disgruntled second sneeze, Yol struggled his way to the top of the snow, where he stood, chest-high. With some huge leaps assisted by his wings, he made his way to the tree, where the snow was a little less deep and plush.
