"i don't know, that's why YOU have to prove it!" she said, copying his emphasis on 'you'. she shook her head as she came to a stop right in front of him, the wind lifting her black mane from her neck. she felt the breeze float over her back as a buttefly landed on her spotted hindquarters

West closed his eyes a moment. "well I DID race, so there. Racin is not boring." He answered slowly, opening his eyes and gazing at Dixie. "I guess you'll just have to take my word for it."

she was paying too much attention to the butterfly to hear West. she watched as it folder its wings, showing the brown underside, but when it opend them, a beautiful blue shimmered in the sun. she nearly gasped as it flew away. Dixie watched it fly away, her eyes trained on it as it disapeared into the woods. -just like my eyes..- she noticed her forelock was covering her blue eye and she tossed it away

West watched Dixie for a moment more before turning away to drink a little more. He swished his tail, knowing he probably was boring because he couldnt think up anything to prove he wasnt

she gulped "hmm..." she muttered as she trottedvoff after it, kinda hoping someone would follow her, but at the same time caring more about finding the butterfly. she had never seen one like it before

West watched Dixie trot off, wondering what she was chasing after now. When he saw the blue winged butterfly he understood.

she pushed through the trees, almost getting wedged between two young ones. she snorted and gave a push, grunting as she set herself free. that's when she looked around... trees formed a circle, all of their branhes closing off the top so only little rays of light could peer through. she glped and stared at the multitude of blue-brown winged butterflys

West trotted up the valley and topped at the top, looking around. He couldn't see Dixie in the woods... but he was sure she was happy.

one butterfly took flight and flew above the trees, and the hundreds of others followed. Dixie galloped out of the trees and slid to a stop. she lifted her muzzle high into the air as she watched the hundreds of butterflys fly out from under the trees, the sunlight glistening off their blue colored wings

When Dixie galloped out of the trees it caught West's gaze, so he turned his attention to the mare. Then he saw the thousands of butterflies... "No wonder..." West murmured