Dan plods around in his mothers stall, her manure and piss clomping up the
hay in spots. The smell of it brings him some weird sense of security . Flies buzz
around, as his mothers tail works to swat at them.
His mother ,Once a proud police woman, now munches on hay and relieves
herself with the lift of her tail, making a fresh pile of manure which Dan promptly
inspects. He spies the large dangling teats of his mother and latches on for an afternoon
snack. Her breasts once sexual objects she would use to flirt with male officers, now
just the dirty teats of a mare for her foal to roughly suckle.