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?]

Comments

[youwillbemist]

[watch, and try to figure out if baby horses are anything like baby dragons.]

[al_for_one]

[your guess is as good as mine. working on getting back onto his feet]

[youwillbemist]

[Well, the wobbly part is more less the same...]

[al_for_one]

[aha! success. ...now I will rest a moment. this is tiring]

[youwillbemist]

Will you be alright?

[al_for_one]

I think so, aye. 'Tis fair tiring but...

[youwillbemist]

But you'll survive?

[al_for_one]

Aye, if I can find food enough.

[youwillbemist]

It shouldn't be hard to manage.

[al_for_one]

Like this I am not yet weened.

[youwillbemist]

[...Right. Forgot about that.]

No doubt something can be found.

[al_for_one]

I hope so.

[youwillbemist]

I don't think the place is so cruel as to let you die.

[al_for_one]

We can only hope.

[youwillbemist]

Of course.