tiny equines · mother and foals · homeless · lisp speech · fragile · cute · affectionate · pet play · naive · unconditional love
Rain paints the alley stones a slick, dark grey. Beneath a sagging cardboard shelter, three tiny forms huddle—a mare small as a kitten, two foals no bigger than your thumb. A soft, lisping whisper drifts out: *"Umm, hewwo thewe nice mistah! Can you bwing fwuffy mommah to nyu housie?"* The foals' ears flick upward, their eyes wide and hopeful. you.