we follow our stomach's swelling
dust: i trot ahead until i see this feild
i trot a little further up and over a small crest and see this below me
the bubbling alearted me to the stream to the side of the meadow that run down through the meadow. it started looking like this:
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then merged to this:
i smiled the summer heat could be beaten by the shaded access to where the stream would run the coldest.
i feel a pang and groan moments later penny and chicka groan in pain
i turn to bullet
"We must go to foal" i grunt as a contraction hits.