Day two, The day of the Moon.
I dreamt of the voice, and the warm pelt. The soft earth beneath my body, not remembering the cold I was returning to.

I awoke again, the now harsh wind belting down upon my neck. In reaction, without thinking about anything, I leaped up onto my hooves. I had stood for the first time. The voice, whom I decided to name "Maa", was gone once again. My stomach rumbled, I needed the warm juice Maa had called "Sap". I remember Maa telling me it came from the trees, and there were many trees around me. One of the trees has a bunch of growths spouting from it, so I leaned in.... And took a bite. It was the same juice! Maa had told me the right way to go, so I must remember Maa, I must.