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I checked on the foals while they slept.
I paused, trying to remember the proper human term. Kids? Or was that just goats? Children! Very small human children are... babbles?
I nodded confidently; they babbled noises, hence: babbles.
I trotted out as quietly as my four hooves would let me.
And they said a centaur couldn't nanny human foals! This past month I'd proven them all wrong.
The family loved me!
Yes, I was doing a fine job.