You walk to the foaling meadow where you see several foals frolicking about.  Most seem to be playing a game of tag and the others either stand or lay in the grass, talking quietly.  Some, you notice, have several scars on their backs, legs, and faces. You gaze at the foals, who have stopped their playing and are staring at you.  Several back into the trees out of sight but a few of the more curious ones trot over and look at you curiously. One bold colt nuzzles your pockets for treats but you tell the little one that you have nothing.  The foal prances away, with the other trailing behind. A sign stuck in the earth reads: NO FOALS AVAILABLE! After seeing the meadow, you still have much to do.  There's still the information table, the abandoned field, the herd's meadow, or you can leave.
		All pictures are copyrighted to me (including the background)!  Do not take them or I will be forced to send the stallions after you and let them use you as target practice.  Copyrighted to Raychelle Noel (JadeEye) 2000