Blue eyes suddenly flutter open and stare at the sky above. For a moment the red mare lying on the grass simply watches as the white clouds drift by. The sun is only just breaking over the horizon, bathing the world in soft light and painting the sky in beautiful shades of yellow and pink. Lifting her head from the ground she casually looks around. Her long red mane gently dances in the cool breeze. She catches the sight of a golden leaf falling to the earth to join the others that have fallen before. All around her there are leaves in various shades of yellow, orange and red. In a few weeks time the trees will be bare.
Most would be disturbed, or at least feel confused, to wake up in a strange place with no idea where they are or have any recollection on how they actually got there. Not Papillion. She had a ‘happy go lucky’ philosophy when it came to life. She didn’t see the point in worrying, stressing, or even overthinking things. Some might call her an air head, naive or even simple minded. With a small yawn she lay her painted face upon her forelimbs. Since there wasn’t any obvious danger here what was the harm in having five more minutes of rest?