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Aaaah he is m favorite Thank you so much Bubba2238 and JKoenegge for making this possible

FDS Best Kept Secret x PVS Canto's Cadillac UH

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“I betcha 20 bucks it’s a chestnut,” the young boy says to his sister, peering over the wall of the stall for the billionth time.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, despite that this is Canada and thus still moderately cold. Blinding light swept through the barn isles and into the stalls, perfectly setting the mood for what was to come. The vet had arrived just an hour ago, and ever since then everyone has been sitting on the edge of their seats in anticipation.

“Deal. Definitely a bay,” says Sophie, pulling a red curl behind her ear as she too peers again into the stall, eagerly awaiting the birth of the foal.

Chloe stands next to them, a bundle of nerves and excitement, also routinely peering into the stall, despite that nothing has really happened yet. Pandora had been pacing around for awhile now, but so far nothing else.

Chloe, James, and Sophie had been kicked out of the stall quickly after the vet got there, as their bumbling presences were a pain to all parties involved with the delivery, Pandora most of all. Every time Chloe would look into the stall, the mare would give her a very annoyed glare, very obviously peeved that so many people were watching her. She would snap her tail, stomp her foot, do anything to get the message across that she was not happy.

After Chloe turned to look in one last time, the mare angrily flung her head at her in response, and Nicole stood up.

“Okay, all of you, out. You can come back when the foal is born.”

“But-,” James protested, eyes going wide at the prospect of missing the foal being born.

“Out!” his mother insisted, gesturing towards the main doors of the barn.

The three moped their way outside of the barn and into the cold, leaving the mare to her own devices.

The foal was born fairly quickly after that, a beautiful colt with several adorable white markings and eyes full of light. As they were finally allowed back to meet him, Chloe couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if we don’t get along? This foal was hers and would be hers for the rest of his or her life. What if-

Her worries seemed to melt away as she carefully stepped into the stall, coming face-to-face with the sparkly-eyed colt, who was being softly nuzzled by his momma. Noticing her presence, the colt’s eyes locked onto hers, and he let out a small whinny, apparently pleased to see another human to get attention from. Chloe slowly approaches him, kneeling down and holding her hand out, the colt moving his head forward to sniff her hand.

“You owe me 20 bucks,” Sophie told her brother softly.

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Description

Aaaah he is m favorite Thank you so much Bubba2238 and JKoenegge for making this possible

FDS Best Kept Secret x PVS Canto's Cadillac UH

————

“I betcha 20 bucks it’s a chestnut,” the young boy says to his sister, peering over the wall of the stall for the billionth time.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, despite that this is Canada and thus still moderately cold. Blinding light swept through the barn isles and into the stalls, perfectly setting the mood for what was to come. The vet had arrived just an hour ago, and ever since then everyone has been sitting on the edge of their seats in anticipation.

“Deal. Definitely a bay,” says Sophie, pulling a red curl behind her ear as she too peers again into the stall, eagerly awaiting the birth of the foal.

Chloe stands next to them, a bundle of nerves and excitement, also routinely peering into the stall, despite that nothing has really happened yet. Pandora had been pacing around for awhile now, but so far nothing else.

Chloe, James, and Sophie had been kicked out of the stall quickly after the vet got there, as their bumbling presences were a pain to all parties involved with the delivery, Pandora most of all. Every time Chloe would look into the stall, the mare would give her a very annoyed glare, very obviously peeved that so many people were watching her. She would snap her tail, stomp her foot, do anything to get the message across that she was not happy.

After Chloe turned to look in one last time, the mare angrily flung her head at her in response, and Nicole stood up.

“Okay, all of you, out. You can come back when the foal is born.”

“But-,” James protested, eyes going wide at the prospect of missing the foal being born.

“Out!” his mother insisted, gesturing towards the main doors of the barn.

The three moped their way outside of the barn and into the cold, leaving the mare to her own devices.

The foal was born fairly quickly after that, a beautiful colt with several adorable white markings and eyes full of light. As they were finally allowed back to meet him, Chloe couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if we don’t get along? This foal was hers and would be hers for the rest of his or her life. What if-

Her worries seemed to melt away as she carefully stepped into the stall, coming face-to-face with the sparkly-eyed colt, who was being softly nuzzled by his momma. Noticing her presence, the colt’s eyes locked onto hers, and he let out a small whinny, apparently pleased to see another human to get attention from. Chloe slowly approaches him, kneeling down and holding her hand out, the colt moving his head forward to sniff her hand.

“You owe me 20 bucks,” Sophie told her brother softly.

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