In the Middle of a moonlit night, a young mare gives birth to a foal in the stable of a medieval castle.
The mare is deep burgundy in color, and so is her foal, though he has a long, white blaze down his forehead. After only a few minutes the colt struggles to his wobbly legs and begins to nurse. His mother’s milk gives him strength after the struggle of birth while assuring him of a strong immune system for years to come.
For the first week the mare and her offspring are kept safely within the confines of the stable. This is to ensure that the colt, now named Rollo by the lord of the castle, is strong and healthy enough to be turned out with the other foals, for their play is often rough. Just as in nature, each new arrival is challenged by the others to determine who is strongest and most able.
هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة March 2017 من Cricket Magazine for Kids.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة March 2017 من Cricket Magazine for Kids.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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