ITP: Baaaaby animals. Well, one baby horse.

[al_for_one]

[On this fine day in Camp there is one young colt very carefully picking his way towards the mess hall on unsteady legs.

... Make that was. His legs just went in all the wrong directions and he flopped to the ground with a startled whinny. What will you do?]

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[al_for_one]

[flail-flail --hey I know that voice.] Sai Dante--!

[al_for_one]

I know not! Only that I was like this when I awoke.

[trying to struggle to his feet. failing miserably]

[al_for_one]

Third base? I know not your meaning.

[al_for_one]

[so embarrassed] Oh. Nay, I did not try that.

[al_for_one]

[miserable. just... lying there] Aye, you say true.

[al_for_one]

A small comfort; I am nearly as helpless.

... And not yet weened like this.

[al_for_one]

[chuckle-whinny] I am not asking thee but it does create difficulties, say true.

[al_for_one]

[yes. sticking to Bert like a foal to its dam] Aye. He is a good friend.