The pinto took a step back, evaluating the situation. "Here," he said aloud as a thought popped into his head. Quickly breakinginto a hasty lope, Spitfire cantered over to a nearby bush and gingerly nipped the edge of a large leaf with his front teeth. Gently, he pulled it free from the bush and cantered back over to the mare at the riverside. "Like this-" he instructed through clenched teeth as he held the end of the leaf. Bowing his head down to the calm surface of the cool water, he scooped up a small puddle into the bowl of the leaf. Carefully, he raised his head and picked his way back over to the downed foal, reaching down to offer her a drink from the small pool of water that had collected in the leaf.