Chamomile trotted in her beautiful black mane shimmered in the light of the sun, her Bay coat looked like a wonderful Golden Chestnut she neighed ever so sweetly and ate grass peacefully, she swished her tail happily her Icy Blues sparkled and she let out a sweet whinnie, she loved the sweet air of flowers and she loved the warm grass beneath her hooves she reared up then came back down and continued eating grass.She lied down when it became night.




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She woke up smelling fire she quickly got up and saw a fire out in the forest she thought to herself'Hunters? it has to be...i am not going!'she snorted and cantered away until the fire smell disappeared and the sweet sweet smell of flowers filled the air.