Instinct to protect the filly surges through the timid mare�s heart, filling her with audacity. -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

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Subject: Instinct to protect the filly surges through the timid mare�s heart, filling her with audacity.

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Carinosa

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Date Posted: 10:00:40 11/30/02 Sat
In reply to: Carinosa 's message, "[Sick of daytime posts]" on 18:04:18 11/29/02 Fri

She spins on a dime, thanking God for the soft (now torn) moss beneath her bare hooves. Forward she leaps, her whole being intent on saving the filly from whatever horrible fate might await her. Her tail lifts and streams like a battle flag behind her. She tucks her sharp ears down so as to avoid branches.

Reaching the filly, the mare skids to a stop, �Y-y-yes, Maleah?� She pants, �W-hat what is it?� A branch snaps beneath an innocent squirrel, and Carinosa stands up straight, completely alert. �What�s out there?�

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Author: Maleah [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 10:54:30 11/30/02 Sat Relief fills her young mind as Carinosa leaps into view. Scrambling behind her, she peers under the chestnut mare's barrel at the toad. "There," she whispers. The toad's chest expands as he breathes, and he utters another loud ribbit. She squeals, horrified. "THERE THERE THERE HE IS HE'S GONNA EAT ME!"