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>"M-Mr...."
>You looked down to see a babby horse
>The colt is snuggling, tears in his eyes
>"I... I lost my daddy," he said, using a wing to wipe his nose
>You stare down at the small creature
>Sighing, you picked him up, lifting him high into the air
>The colt, still sniffling, covered his ears
"HEY! WHO'S KID IS THIS?"
>Every horse in the market jumped
>Dozens of eyes turned toward you, then toward the foal you held aloft
>One older stallion looked around
>"Potluck! You get your little fanny over here!"
>"Daddy!" the colt shouted
>You cocked an arm back, launching him through the air like a football
>His wings extended, stopping the SICK spiral you had
>His dad was able to catch him with a wing
>"Thank you, Anonymous!" he yelled
>Just like that, the market was once again moving
