Lean was a foal when he smelled the snow for the first time. Since he was a spring foal, he was already quite big when the winter arrived. His coat got a bit darker with the colder weather. The grass was no longer so juicy and green; it had turned yellowish and looked quite sad. Because the temperatures during the nights were getting too cold, he spent them in a barn by the side of his mother, who took great care of him. The mornings were getting longer, with less sunlight coming through the ...
