by
Katie
he three pegasii foals were tumbling about in the nest of their large cave in the cliffs. Their older cousins, aunts, uncles, grandfathers, grandmothers, mom, and dad had all left for a very important meeting in the glade.It was getting dark, and the pegasii foals were tumbling around. They rolled over and over and over, slipping past the nests of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and right up to the edge. Suddenly, Lia, a pale pink filly, slipped over the edge! She extended her wings, but it seemed to be no use, she could not fly, she was two young. Her scream of terror rebounded over the glade. The ground seemed to be rushing up to meet her. She didn't know what to do, she struggled and struggled to try and move up, but flapping her small wings seemed to only speed her fall. Suddenly she was moving up. Her coat was gathered in the mouth of her grandfather as the coal black pegasus sped her up to join her sibblings, huddling close and scared on the ledge. Grandfather put all three in their own nest, and they promptly fell asleep, exhausted. Soon afterwards, their mother taught them to fly. Lia became the best flyer of the children, renown for daring feets of skill and courage. She always said the drop was "her first fflying lesson."
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