Primrose and Discovery stood over a pink cradle, fawning over the sleeping foal inside. They had just welcomed their third baby girl into the world, and though she was a newborn they couldn’t help but ponder over all that was in store for her future.
 
“She will be a fine young mare, mon amour,” Primrose beamed. “Her future is bright. A ballerina, perhaps? Or a model?”
 
“Ah dunno, looking at her Ah reckon she could be a teacher just like her Grandma. Or a nurse,” Discovery added. “Either way she’s sure ta change lives.”
 
“Oh, of course. She already has. And one day, she’s sure to change the life of some handsome stallion and bring us beautiful grandfoals, no?” Primrose shot him a wink.
 
“Eeyup,” Discovery chuckled. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. She’s got her whole life ta figure that out. She’s only a lil’ filly now.”
 
“And a beautiful little filly she is. Notre chérie Appletini.”