Berry Punch "Ahh... that's better." The Burgundy colored mare had just come out of a bath where the last of the tree sap from Whitetail Woods had been scrubbed out of her hide, leaving her feeling clean and smooth enough to open her shop to the public.  Or, at least, that part of the public she had meet during this year's Running of the Leaves.  She had cold drinks meant to rehydrate and relax, always a need after runs.   And as for what would come from handsome stallions and