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Date Posted: 17:16:41 11/28/03 Fri
Author: >>>Gingerbread & Cookie<<<
Subject: >>>Gingerbread Cookies are Santas Favorites...<<<
In reply to: Bubonic Plague 's message, "Black Death" on 21:52:17 11/27/03 Thu

*G* The dark bay vixen's thorns flew up as she heard a cry for help. It was Bubonic, what had he gotten himself into this time? She began to lope away when she soon heard another cry behind her and had forgotten Cookie. She certainly was new to this mother thing. She whickered for Cookie to hurry. "Hurry Cookie, Bubonic needs help." She loped slowly so the filly could keep up and soon she found the younger brute dancing around like he'd pricked himself. When he stopped prancing she'd noticed he had pricked himself, and bad too. She nickered to him to try and sooth him. "Stand still and I'll get them out, but you'll have a sore muzzle for a while." She looked back to make sure Cookie was there. The filly was prancing aroumd, chasing a butterfly.
*C* The light liver bay filly stood with her maw on the ground. She was watching some ants build a home, when she heard a loud cry and her mother had runned off. A loud whickered blew from her lungs in deperation of not being left. Her mother heard her and slowed so she could catch up. Gosh, her mom was fast. Her auds perked towards her mothers voice as she coaxed her to run quicker and stay up with her. Bubonic? Who was that? She would've aske dbut she soon became weary and her appendages were tired. She soon slowed to a brisk trot as soon as she saw this other horse dancing. Maybe mommy wanted to dance. "Oh well, oooo...a floaty thingy..." She soon got preoccupied and began to follow what she would soon come to know as a butterfly.

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