At the veterinary clinic, the scene was frantic—harsh lights, the sharp sting of antiseptic, tense faces of doctors rushing in and out.
Hours crawled by until at last the vet stepped out of surgery.
“He’s lucky,” the vet said. “A little longer and we wouldn’t have been able to save him.
But he’s going to make it.”
The shopkeeper exhaled a long breath of relief. Through the window, he saw the mare lying on the grass, exhausted and trembling, her gaze fixed on the clinic door. Later, the man repaired his storefront window.
Beside it, he hung a photo of the foal and its mother, with a caption that read:
“Even the wildest actions can spring from love.”
