I thought of my old herd again. I didn't really have any friends, but the other horses were fine playing with me. I found some good grass and started eating again. While I was eating a fly was getting near me, and I tried to slash it away with my tail, but it wouldn't go away. It started to annoy me, then agitate me. I made some biting movements to it, it didn't leave. So I just let it come to me.
I started eating again, when I heard something. I brought my head up and listened. It became louder and started to sound like hoofsteps. I was hoping to see a horse, just as young as me, not willing to fight, but still, I wanted to annoy someone pretty bad. I snorted, when the hoofsteps got ouder. I sensed someone. Obviously a stallion. I started eating grass again, so I didn't look as desperate as I was. Would I be able to join a herd after having a good talk with someone? The hoofs came closer and closer, and then they stopped. “Good eve Brother,” I heard a polite voice say. I lifted my head up. I was facing a strong looking winged stallion. "Hello," I said, hoping to not have seemed too uninterested. I saw the smile the stallion was pulling. Obviously a forced smile, but it was a smile.