I noticed indoor and outdoor amenities. Everywhere I looked, there was something to see. A grouping of mares grazed in a pasture while their offspring romped and played. The mamas looked like regular horses, but their babies were the most beautiful animals I’d ever seen. Mostly they were black, but beneath their midnight sheen, jewel-toned colors flowed within their manes and tails. “Do they have hidden wings?” I asked. “No, they don’t need wings to fly. They just jump and soar. But they don’t develop those skills until they’re older.” We approached the fence and one of the babies walked toward us on its spindly legs. “Were all of these foals produced by the same stud?” “Yes. My prized stallion.” I reached out to pet the baby through the rails, and it nudged my hand, its manner soft and gentle. I liked that I was hallucinating something so nice.
