*He trots in, followed by his daughter, lifting his knees high.* -- ~ Birch Tree Meadow ~

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Subject: *He trots in, followed by his daughter, lifting his knees high.*

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Chase & Day

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Date Posted: 11:51:48 11/21/02 Thu
In reply to: prancie 's message, "*walks quietly in*" on 16:13:37 11/20/02 Wed

Woah, this place is nice! *he exclaims as he slides to a halt. The warm, clear, sweetly scented air rushes into his dilated nostrils and he nickers low in his throat with happiness. He samples some of the grass and moans happily, his eyes closed in ecstasy.* As far as grass goes, ole Star sure picked the perfect spot . . . hmm, don't mind if I do, *he adds to no one in particular and takes another bite.*

*Day nudges her mother's neck in greeting.* It's so pretty here, huh? I'll miss good old Bluegrass, but . . . so much has changed. Expresso leaving, and Captain, and Char, and SunLeader, and Jazz, and Mask . . . so many gone. I can see why Star would want to leave the memories behind . . . so many memories! *She shakes her head and crops some of the grass, smiling in wonder at the crisp, sweet taste. Her teeth make a chuck-chuck sound as she chews it up. She swallows and daintily tears more from the earth. She puts her left forehoof forward, moving slowly on to a patch of clover.*

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[> [> Subject: starts to munch some grass too
Author: prancer [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 15:38:12 11/28/02 Thu yeah, so much has changed...

[> [> [> Subject: Flicks his shimmering bronze tail at an unlucky fly.
Author: Chase [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 12:34:46 11/30/02 Sat Yes, he agrees, but think what would happen if nothing ever changed! He shivers at the dreadful thought and crops more sweet, crisp grass.