"We'll take you visiting tomarrow at breeding time!" Cliff assured, walking out of the stables he clicked the lights out. His last words puzzling, and exciting Jerome all at once. Visiting at breeding time... Jerome thought suddenly troubled. King Largo was the breeding stallion...so why would Cliff be taking me around at breeding time? Then it suddenly dawned on the youth, twisting around Jerome felt around with her soft equine nose. Tiny teats were all she found between her leg's. 'I'm a mare!' Jerome realized startled. From across the isle David whinnied back.
'Yes now it's your turn!'