Mother s breath

In the meadow lay a tired mother mare, and beside her stood a shiny, wet, trembling newborn foal. The mare got up and began carefully licking her baby.

Then she gently, tenderly nudged him in the chest. The foal lifted his head, timidly braced himself on the ground with his front legs, then straightened his hind legs and stood up. But at once his head wobbled, his long thin legs trembled, and he couldn’t keep his balance—he flopped down onto the grass.

The mother mare breathed softly on him, encouraging him. The little one began to rise again. Once more he straightened his legs, stood up unsteadily, paused in place and… took the first step of his life.

Then a second, a third. And he began to walk! He went up to his mother, pressed his muzzle against her side, and found what he was looking for. Warm mother’s milk would quickly give him strength. Grow strong, little one!