TreBor didn't know what to do, laying in his hand so light and fragile lay his daughter new born and tiny the ball of grey fur kicked and stretched head cuped in dads thumbs as it stared around at this sudden and new world little eyes squinting in the harsh light out side of her mother as new scents filled her little nose turning her head the little one mewled. Daddys eyes welled with tears hot and wet pouring down his cheeks as in his hands he saw the image of God, the after glow of creation in the fresh eyes of the child. Such blessings and such honor to hold this little life in his hands was to much for the Stallion to comprehend.

Art By  two-shoes