Aspen Ridge Rescue Center

Story: As I walked through the sickening sludge of Fallen Oaks Farm, adoption slip in hand, a small whinny came from the far corner of the foal pen. I couldn't see the poor thing through all of the other panicked bodies so I let myself in. There were many crying foals and each brought tears closer to falling down my already damp cheeks. The little creature only whinnied once which made finding them all the more difficult. Regardless, his cry was more distinctive then the others. I knew he would share the same fear in his eyes that laced his poor whinny. 
It was then that a little appaloosa caught my attention. His eyes were a deep green with flecks of gold. They had many layers, and they told a story of a terrified little colt. I was drawn to him immediately, knowing it was the foal I had heard mere moments ago. He stared at his fellow foals as many were slowly taken out and shuffled into trailers of all shapes and sizes. Never did he pick up his head, though. He kept it firmly planted between his outstretched front legs. My heart ached for him, knowing he needed a friend. 
I sat next to his frail figure, and watched the foals with him. I didn't speak, didn't even move. I just sat and waited. After almost an hour I started to see some progress. His tail would twitch occasionally or his eyes would flicker in my direction. He was waiting to see what I would do. He'd probably never met a kind human before. He was so young he'd probably never even been outside of the barn before they were all rescued. 
"My farm is covered in aspen trees." He jumped when I spoke, his eyes widening quickly, but I continued, "The fence posts are white, which was my mother's choice. My father wanted them to be black, but I think everyone knew who was going to win that argument." I chuckled to myself, the foal's eyes were glued to me now. "We have many Euphorians, a lot of them came from situations just like yours little one." 
I had closed my eyes when speaking so I could travel back to my beloved home. But I opened them immediately when I heard the shuffling of hoofs. The green eyed foal was now standing, his face next to mine. I smiled, knowing what he wanted. I put a small halter around his face and led him outside of the pen. We walked over to a small grove of trees and sat down, where I finished my story.