Then, after hours of waiting, you finally stop hearing screams. It was finally time. They came out of the room, doctors covered in medical cloth. They told you she lost consciousness, but the child is a healthy colt. You trot hastily and see your slumbering mother completely wiped out. You look to see your son sitting in a doctors hooves. He was brown, with a white mane like her mothers. You couldn't help, but smile. They tell you that the mother named him Turn Table. 