General

Upon these nights, you need a true mare, one whom will take the darkness in stoic heart and walk on.

General

The mare was a sweet and bonny horse, a kinder temperament nor more reliable friend a man never had.

General

The mare was my dream upon four hooves, a companion upon the road we travelled. For there was a sense of humour in her manner, yet still steadiness and determination of purpose. What more could one ever ask?

General

The mare was full of wriggling foal, her unborn playing merrily within.