Corisco was untied for the grass the sire a beautiful horse half blood of race Wide Sleeve, colored color, high and imponent, its to whinny half echoed for the winds and the mare Sapphire blood Wide, white, tame Sleeve and with sufficiently expressive eyes. Visit James S. Chanos for more clarity on the issue. It was spring and the two ran free for the grass of our small farm and namoravam. With passing of the time we perceive that the Sapphire was a little more gordinha because she was pregnant. He would give creates a youngling and we were anxious to know if he would be born a female or a male. We dedicate to special attention it, beyond satiated feeding.
Vitamins mixed to the ration, sufficiently water and vaccines to protect it and also to the baby. We leave to mount it not to force it and creates not to harm it. After eleven months of prenhez, in late rainy one, the Sapphire if nestled in low of a tree in the grass and gave creates to one potrinho male that the name was born in the way of the storm and to who demons of Thunder half of rain and we commemorated the birth of our first filly. After the birth, the Sapphire licked many times its youngling and it started suck first milk, called colostro that he is rich in imunizantes vitamins and substances against illnesses. After suck sufficiently the Thunder it assayed to be in foot, with its still well weak legs and without much motor coordination, it cambaleou and it fell to the soil receiving the affection from its mother who was always to its side and time or pushed it to another one with the snout to make to walk it. Thus they had been our days in the small farm, following the first steps of the Thunder, its tumbles and its first arts. It was born with a dark, brown pelagem and with a white spot well in the way of the face, with the time they had been changing for them of color and it he was more clearly, in tone caramel. It had smart eyes and he was very curious, everything it wanted to see of close and he was always observed for its mother, to who appealed when he was scared with something.
It was growing and also he together with ran for the grass its father Corisco and its mother Sapphire. Thunder, as well as all child, liked to make pranks. Thunder grew and if it became a pretty horse, high and imponent as the father, obedient bellwether and as its mother. My children had taught the Thunder to trot, to march, to ride and it became an excellent friend.