Sophie and I would sneak through a break in the fence to play with the other foals. We formed a club together, only foals could be members. At first Prince didn’t like me and Sophie playing with Benjamin, Fiona, Pippin (April’s foal) and Yarra, but my mother convinced him that we both needed more friends so he agreed on one condition that we never run into Tinker.
One morning we went to play with the other foals. Sophie was always the leader, Benjamin (or Benny as he preferred) had often fought Sophie over position but amazingly Sophie always won, Benny had the advantage of being a colt, being older, bigger and stronger, but Sophie had learnt how to fight from Prince, our sire, who was an expert fighter.
We first played tag and ‘who can go the closest to the electric fence without being bitten’ and chased wallabies until they were too tired to run any more so by then we were too tired to do any more running games.
“What will we do now Sophie,” asked Pippin who obviously admired Sophie more then any other foal but was too shy to say much.
“Well…. let’s play hide-and-seek” Sophie said carelessly. Benny snorted loudly “that’s such a filly’s game” he said rudely “any colt wouldn’t ever play hide-and-seek, you’re not like a colt at all, just a dumb filly.” Sophie hated nothing more then being called a dumb filly. I saw her shake with fury and then with her teeth bared and ears pinned back, she pounced on Benny.