Pee-Yew, Y'all Stink [herds]

[Speck]

It smelled musty- absolutely disgustingly sweaty. With the hoards of horses chit-chatting and roaming about I truly couldn’t manage a fresh catch of air. Why on earth would so many large beasts congregate to one particular area? The sun was high, and the heat was pulsing- which only made it worse. A cough erupted from my throat, and it felt more like a hairball hacking its way through my esophagus. Unfortunately the cough did little to deter other horses from standing near me. They were locked into their conversations and determined to find a new home. I wasn’t particularly different from them, but I sure as hell didn’t care to be muddling around in the thick stench of horse. With a bit of ease (as much as I could manage with a bulging belly and itty bitty frame) I clambered toward the edge of the field. There was a small, muddy area that curved around a number of trees, which just so happened to deter several of the more delicate mares. I loved mud, and although I knew it might have not been the best idea to separate myself from the crowd I simply couldn’t help myself. With a twist of my colorful tail I lunged my small frame into the inch-deep mud and splattered it along the lower end of my legs. It felt remarkably refreshing, and I proceeded to shove my short muzzle into the cool dirt. After a few bubbles were made, and my nose was properly dirty I lifted my head. A part of me felt like I should have been embarrassed by my state of uncleanliness- but I guess any stallion (or mare) who wished to invite me to their home would now have a small idea what they were getting themselves into. speck tiny daughter of brennen and bother