As the teat runs dry your head pops out from under the Mama horse. Your own sense of mind takes hold and with a look about you feel embarressed.
Tossing your head about you whinnie that high pitched colt's call. Prancing about your thoughts are for a moment of privacy. You just suckled the teat of a mare and worse yet people, kids and all watched in obvious delight.
You feel foolish and if not for the hair covering your black hide they would see you turning red. Standing behind the mare you try to compose yourself.
"I'm a colt, a horse, I feel it, I see it, its true so very true!" you think to yourself in nervousness and fear.
Breathing heavy draughts of air you are feeling some apprehension about becoming a hardy colt Clydesdale. Yet there is some odd deep set comfort in being this muscular animal too.
The people all walk on and time comes again for frolic and happy colt horseplay. A look around spots two other foals and with this your prance off feeling a giddy delight in being something you never expected to be just fun.