Her heat ends

On Monday of the 5th week. The virus was still spreading, and the government said it would likely be summer before this was over. As you approached the field you hear Bell give out a joyful whinny and she galloped over to you. “It’s gone, my heat has gone.” She whispered to you as the geldings watched. The grass was growing now so you were just here to ride Jack and help Bell.

“How is that possible, it is weeks before then end of your season.” You asked.

“I don’t know, normally my stallion has given me a foal, but you have been my stallion this year.” Bell replied.

“Do you still want to mate after I have taken Jack out?” You ask.

“Unlike your human females I do not see the need to mate when not in heat. But we can talk if you like. I have begun to like talking, it is fun to be naughty and break the biggest rule of the animal kingdom.” She explained.

You were going to miss having fun with her.