The wind was starting to blow the snow inside the small cave. What an offal day to have a foal , thought Snowbush, Snow Herd's medicine mare. Snowbush turned her attention back to the mare who had died just moments before, her twin foals were still curled up next to her. One of the foals was black, and had been born dead. The other foal was white and was still alive, but was now an orphan. In all Snowbush's years of being a medicine mare she had never had to deal with something like this, but she knew one thing for sure: the herd must not find out about the white foal......
