Puffing out his cheeks, Louis put his arm around Emily's shoulders. "Show me where the foal is. I want to see it too," he said in a fierce tone.

Cayden nodded. Casually, he led the way.

"This foal is only a few weeks old and he is very thin. Abigail is afraid he will get cold. So he is rarely allowed out of the stable."

Emily stopped slurping the hot chocolate. "Oh, what a pity."

"He's already wearing a thick blanket, Emily. He'll be fine," Louis said, not wanting to be outdone.

"Actually, the ...