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1. Weaning from the Mother - link
2. Wearing a Halter - You are here.
3. To be lead - Incomplete.
4. Accepting the feel of a blanket - Incomplete.
5. Foal Inspection - Incomplete.

HE HAD BEEN TRICKED! The colt snorted and spun, galloping wildly across the field like a dancing tornado. One moment he was in the air, the next he was rolling on the ground, all in the effort to remove the creature of ropes and clasps from his face. He couldn't get it off, it followed him with every step and fling of his head, latched onto him like only some predator would. Reth couldn't believe that the girl would do this to him, tempting him with a tasty mint and using his favorite thing to attach this thing to his head. With a snort he rose from the ground, huffing and snorting in a rage, galloping along the fence line past the girl who appeared to be... laughing?!

This was almost to much for the colt, and he reared up suddenly, his pride wounded that she would stand by and laugh while he was being attacked! Unfortunately for the colt, the ground was slick with damp leaves, and his rear went out from under him and he felt with a hard thump onto his rump and back, knocking the wind out of him. "Oh, poor baby, it's a halter, it's not going to hurt you." With a grunt he rolled to his stomach, not understanding the words the girl were saying, believe it was more ridicule as he trotted off towards the large tree in his paddock. "You might hurt yourself though..." The words were soft, musing, and the colt ignored them with a dismissive shake of his head, rounding the tree so he could glare at the girl, murder in his eyes. He was tired, sore, and still the thing clung to him. He reared up slightly, still staring at the human that plagued him, his pen, and his stall night and day, rubbing his cheek dejectedly on the rough bark of the tree in hopes the creature would get off and leave him alone.

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Description

1. Weaning from the Mother - link
2. Wearing a Halter - You are here.
3. To be lead - Incomplete.
4. Accepting the feel of a blanket - Incomplete.
5. Foal Inspection - Incomplete.

HE HAD BEEN TRICKED! The colt snorted and spun, galloping wildly across the field like a dancing tornado. One moment he was in the air, the next he was rolling on the ground, all in the effort to remove the creature of ropes and clasps from his face. He couldn't get it off, it followed him with every step and fling of his head, latched onto him like only some predator would. Reth couldn't believe that the girl would do this to him, tempting him with a tasty mint and using his favorite thing to attach this thing to his head. With a snort he rose from the ground, huffing and snorting in a rage, galloping along the fence line past the girl who appeared to be... laughing?!

This was almost to much for the colt, and he reared up suddenly, his pride wounded that she would stand by and laugh while he was being attacked! Unfortunately for the colt, the ground was slick with damp leaves, and his rear went out from under him and he felt with a hard thump onto his rump and back, knocking the wind out of him. "Oh, poor baby, it's a halter, it's not going to hurt you." With a grunt he rolled to his stomach, not understanding the words the girl were saying, believe it was more ridicule as he trotted off towards the large tree in his paddock. "You might hurt yourself though..." The words were soft, musing, and the colt ignored them with a dismissive shake of his head, rounding the tree so he could glare at the girl, murder in his eyes. He was tired, sore, and still the thing clung to him. He reared up slightly, still staring at the human that plagued him, his pen, and his stall night and day, rubbing his cheek dejectedly on the rough bark of the tree in hopes the creature would get off and leave him alone.

Words: 326