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Imagine, if you will, the coldest day you’ve experienced and drop it by about ten degrees. This was the day the foal was born. The wind was howling, and the snow was stinging. The forest was covered with snow. It was white as far as the eye could see. The mare was exhausted. She had been searching for a place to have her foal for days but was unable to find shelter. The snowstorm had separated her from her herd and that was dangerous for any horse, but especially for a mare soon to give birth. Exhaustion eventually overtook her, so she just lied down in the snow. Her labor had already begun, and she barely had the strength to have her son. Her sensations were numbed by the bitter cold, so much so, that she only knew her colt was born to the world when she heard a soft whinny. It took all her remaining strength to pull the little colt next to her, so she could clean him and give him a chance to stay warm. He was a beautiful little thing with his golden coat, broken with white markings