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Temptress
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Date Posted: 12:58:16 09/30/02 Mon
>Names: Barnicle, Glamour,Jessie II, Arabian Dancer,
>Sweet September, The Day Before
>Glamour-Tobi said that he and the other two found a
>Mommy from here. Is there a Mommy out there? I'm
>glamorous, but I still need a Mommy. I wanna show off,
>but there's no room with Mistress. I wanna be an
>actress.
>Jessie II-Whistful, Mam, says that it breaks her heart
>to think of what she's doing, but she has to. There is
>no room in our pastures. Mam is really my Momma, but
>Glory, or Da, isn't really my Poppa. Rio is.
>Arabian Dancer-My Momma's a spoiled brat. That's what
>Geniveve told me. I know it's true. But it still
>hurts. Imagine That is so nice. I need a nice Mommy.
>Barnicle-Mam said that I need a Mommy, that she can't
>be. I wish she could be Mommy.
>The Day Before-Rosie says that she wishes she hadn't
>named me that. She was feeling sentimental. She says
>that everyone feels sad the day after my birthday. I
>was born on September 10. Arabian Dancer says I need
>to lighten up. What's to be happy about? Barely born,
>and I've got to worry. I need a Mommy.
>Sweet September-I've got a nice name. But Byrd hates
>me. She's just stuck up. I really need a Mommy.
>Barnicle-Mam said that I had to come out of my shell.
>That I hid my face from Mistress when I was just born.
>That I was scared. I was. I still am.
>The Day Before-Barnicle understands me. I hope we
>don't get split up. But Mistress says we should be.
>Not for meanness, but to make us outgoing. I wanna be
>outgoing.
>Arabian Dancer-There's no room on our pastures. Momma,
>Jasmine, hates it when I try to dance. Momma is mean.
>I hate her. I need a good Mommy.
>Jessie II-I've tried to help Barnicle. Really, I
>have. It's just so hard. His Momma is going. To
>Andrea. My Momma, Mam, is staying. I'm gonna miss her,
>but I wanna see the world. Mam justs wants tp stay at
>home and nurse foals. This entire week is breaking her
>heart. Four are already gone. We want to leave. We
>want Mommys of our own.
*she smiled* What kind of horses are you?
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