If you are reading this you probably know about Flora. If you don’t then keep on reading closely…
The story starts on the 27th of June 2011 when a pony called Bella was giving birth. When my dad told me I didn’t believe him but when he told me he was serious I got excited. Is it going to be a boy or a girl? White, black or brown? What is its name going to be? Will it be healthy? I wanted to go down to see it because my mum was already down there. But she called my Dad and said it would be better if we stayed at home just for now but we come later. Unfortunately the wait was torture! I didn’t have breakfast because I was too nervous to eat so I just had warm milk.
Eventually my Dad said ‘Mum called me and you can come down now’. Before he finished speaking I’d already rushed out the door with my dressing gown and slippers on. ‘Aren’t you going to get dressed?’ my Dad shouted. But it was too late I was already there. And there was Bella, licking the blood from a beautiful brown, girl foal.
I wanted to run into the field with my Mum but I knew not to. I watched for about half an hour while the foal was trying to get up and start walking. But I had to go to school. Luckily my Mum picked me up after school and said she’d called the foal ‘Flora’ but her long name is ‘Silver Bluebelle’. Now I’m getting to the end of my story but if you keep reading the Village Crier, you’ll hear about more of Floras adventures.