Alpha Nico's Blood Moon Luna
I walked over and put my hand on its nose and giggled, “he’s soft, and so big, is he a Clydesdale?”
He smiled, “yes, they all are,” he looked over his shoulder and our hands touched, he grabbed it, “come you need to see this.” I didn’t protest this time and just went along with him, his face was full of excitement and his eyes twinkled, “now this little girl is special,” he opened a stall, and I smiled wide.
“She’s beautiful,” a golden-haired filly-foal stood there, a blanket over its back, “where’s her Momma?”
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