Busara was a beautiful mare. She lived in the out lands. She was known for her knowledge and wisdom. Her coat was the the suspected coat coloration for a zebra. She was heading to a near village. She needed a job to support her and her soon to be foal. Busara was left alone to raise her foal by herself. The father didn't want her and neither did Busara's family. This was hard for a zebra to take. Zebras tend to stick together like a "pack" of sorts. Busara continued to walk until she saw a sign in red. It was an help wanted sign for a medical center.
A mare with a gold coat and a orange and pink mane stood outside watering the flowers," Can I help you?" She said.
Busara sensed her attitude but ignored it. Busara knew someponys are going to be rude, mean, or even violate to her because of her Zebra ancestry.
Busara opened her mouth "I'm here for the job"
"The jobs taken"
" Why is that sign up?" Busara replied pointing to the sign.
"SUNNY!!!" a mare's voice yelled. The mare sounds older the mare she was speaking to.
The golden mare who Busara believed to be Sunny walked off like it was Busara's fault.
The previous mare started to tell at Sunny. She came out followed by a filly. "Hi, you can call me Misty. Sorry about Sunny."
" I'm Redheart. You can fall me Red!" The filly said bouncing.
" Hi Red, I'm Busara."
Misty chuckled " Are you here for the job?"
" Yes, I need the money for my foal"
"Awww how many months?" Misty squeaked.
" I'm 3 months." Busara replied.
