{Open} The Thunder of Young Hooves in the Winter

[Rubble]

The black, white, and red mare trotted across the snow covered field. Her breath came from her nostrils in frosty plumes. She trotted into the field, and pawed at the snow to get to the short green shoots underneath the white blanket. Rubble took a mouthful of the dying grass and chewed lazily.

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She sighed and started to canter around in a tight circle, ploofs of snow coming from her hooves.