Meadowlark Prairie Well, well, well. What have we here?

Him pressing against her almost made her tumble for she was no more than a starving baby goat. With a grim expression did she try and push back to stabilize herself, but to no avail. Her feet stumbled over each other and she was forced to step aside as to not make a fool out of herself. She had to eat more, but her stomach had shrunk so. Surviving winter seemed impossible now. I am not frail. She commented. I survived a great battle against nature itself - The Gods allowed me to live. I don't need your company to go out. Her bony structure told a different story, of course, but her mentality had never faltered on her journey.