Verdigris Ravine Do you see what I see?

Ebra scented her before seeing her blurry figure come into view. Milk-giver. Mother. Tail wagging excitedly at the attention, her bottom wiggled off balanced and she fell with a small squeak of frustration. She turned on herself, emitting a playful growl and snap of her teeth to her hind end as if to give it a tongue lashing. 

As soon as she felt her hind end would listen to her brain, she stood, again, and bowed. This time, Mother had placed an object before her. It was long, colors were muddle and blurred, but it looked FUN. She pawed at it—one, two, three times—for it to roll over and the movement startled her enough that she let out a little yip and tried to scurry away.

Another fall, this time over her clumsy little paws.