It was early morning. Rio was once again out in the fields playing with anything that he could find. Butterflies were of great meaning to him. They were so pretty the way they flew around and everything. He liked to chase them. Today he was chasing them every so often flapping his wings and getting his front two hooves off the ground. he still could not fly. He wished he could but he was still waiting on his mother to teach him how to soar into the skies, he would have to ask her about it in a while.
The suns rays were beating down and heating the ground. Bouncing off of his white fur. He smiled and looked up at the clouds pausing from his chasing and looking up to the clouds. How amazing. It was such a nice day he just wished he had someone to share it with.
