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Wyndy and Whistful and Mercy
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Date Posted: 18:48:56 09/23/02 Mon
Mercy~Cream Soda! Are you OK? Mommy, is she OK?
Wyndy~Sssh, Mercy. She's hurt. Are you bleeding?
Whistful~Oh, poor dear! Is your hoof all right? No hoof, no horse. That's such a famous quote. Sorry. I tend to let my mind wander. Ssssh, Cream Soda. I'm here. I'm not your mother, but I've mothered so many fillies before you. Here, lie down. Wyndy, are you watching? These are Wyndy and Mercy, two of my fillies.
Wyndy~Yes, mother. I'll have foals of my own soon. I'm three, you know. Poor Cream Soda. C'mon, Mercy. Let's try to find those mares she mentioned.
Mercy~Feel better, Cream Soda. When you do, you can come play with me! I know lots of human and horse games. I love hide-and-seek, and play-show, and dam-and-sire, and run from colts and (goes on and on)
Wyndy~C'mon. (giggle.) She'll be here all night. I'll be right back, mom.
Whistful~Hurry. I know you aren't trained, but I wasn't either. Run, child.
Wyndy~DUSTY! NILLA! DUSTY! NILLA! DUS-TY! NILLA! D-U-S-T-Y! NIL-LA! ANYONE! WHERE ARE YOU! N-I-L-L-A! YOUR FOAL'S HURT!
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