The foal sat up and struggled to get her feet under her numerous times until she successfully stood by her mother's side and nuzzled for the warm milk at her udder. She looked good and strong, and Marvin was happy that both were healthy. But, oh, how he wanted a colt. This was to be the one he had thought. What would he do with another filly? They would call her Music because of her free spirit. But eventually, he wanted to take the music from her. Blinders were attached to the bridle, and the harness tightened to break her spirit. The whip flew freely. But someone is fighting for her. This is her story of being rescued.