That night, I couldn't sleep.

I was worrying too much. 'oh Rhubarb, I'm not ready either!' I thought to myself.

I glanced at the wall. There was a clock on the wall, and I could just make out the time.

Two O'clock.

I rolled over and got to my feet. I drew back the bolt on my stable door and walked outside.

The cold night air hit me, but I was determined to brave it.

I stood, resting my head on the corral fence, thinking.

I heard hooves clattering behind me. It was Rhubarb.

He hadn't seen me, thank goodness. I needed some time alone to think things through.

I thought for a good hour, then suddenly, the idea hit me.

If we weren't ready for a foal, it would have to go.

It was too much to take in, but I knew it was for the best. I sighed, and with a heavy heart, I turned back to my stable. Tears streamed down my face.

The next afternoon, the vet visited again.

A cloud of siklence hung over the yard. Nobody spoke.

I really didn't want this to happen, but it was for the best.

The vet took a syringe out of his case and poured something into it.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to blank my mind. No, I was making a mistake.A big mistake!

Rhubarb seemed to think so, too. Just as the vet was about to inject me, Rhubarb and I neighed loudly. The vet stopped and looked up.

I shook my head at him. He must have understood, because he smiled and patted me.

"You made a wise choice after all." He smiled. He fed me a mint, then packed his things away.

Rhubarb stood beside me.

"I'm sorry I said I wasn't ready. We're both old enough, and it won't be too difficult." He announced.

I smiled and nuzzled him.

"I think that, too." I replied.

"So we're going to have a foal…its fantastic." Rhubarb grinned.

I nodded. It was…