Wild Berry Meadow No time

Yes! 

The filly hopped and bucked, curving her neck so she could blow out an excited snort while her nose was between her ankles. She jigged sideways as she small band began moving, occasionally prancing on the spot in order to exhaust some of her energy. 

Fancy’s mood seemed rather flat. She said something Silverbirch found amusing, so she asked: ”Why can’t you be both stallion and mare? And who’s Equus?”