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Date Posted: 00:19:11 12/01/05 Thu
Author: Indian Legend
Subject: ~You Build On My Home - I'll Invade Yours~

Wild pinto mustang creeps into desert stable block, deserted, she liked it that way, although had come to find she need humans.
Unshod hooves placed silently down on the concrete floor,s careful not to make a sound as finding a bucket filled with water outside a stand, ahh yes outside the stables was also good, no chance of the door shutting on her, she liked her freedom and for two years had been the savour of a old lonely man.
Small in comparison to most mustang, she was only just over 12hh, most mustangs were large and had the fight in them, her mother had abandoned her since she was 'different'
It took the kindness of a old man well into his last years to save the lost the filly, and for 2 years he had left food and water out for her like one would a stray dog, and for those two eas years she came back every morning, taking his offering while he sat and talked to her, i suppose the filly saved him as much as had saved her.
But now he wasn't there, no food or water awaited her every morning and the new people in the house hated her, even took aim and chased her off with a gun, cut on her shoulder showing they either had good aim, or she was a better escape artist.
So now she found herself a wandering soul, in search of what had been given to her so freely for 2 years.
As dial dropped to take up some of the sweet water before moving down the aisle in search of something to eat.

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