With his mother curled up against him, the colt felt much warmer. And little did he know, but the snow provided some insulation against the cold night time winds. He pushes himself up against his mother as best he could, closing his eyes and eventually falling asleep, already tired of this winter. He had chosen the wrong time to be born, it would seem.
BEAR IT LIKE A BOUNCE UPON THE BEAK
L A N D A N D W A T E R A N D B I R D O R B E A S T
SHINY LITTLE BAND OR GOLDEN FLEECE
look at what the light did now
IMAGES FROM JACIER PRAZAK, MISTVAN, BRUCE MCKAY, AND ROBERTA F., MANIPULATION AND HTML BY KYTE