| Subject: What luck. . .how perfect! |
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Roses Have Thorns
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Date Posted: 23:23:12 10/04/02 Fri
The little palomino writhes with glee at the sight of several fallen trees strewn across the path. Two are very close together, and would make a tight bounce. Another is several strides from them. And then that tree that's split down the middle. . .hm, she'll come up with something creative for that. She picks up a quick, short-strided trot and moves out for the first two. Though the trees are fairly small, they make a tall jump for the Miniature Horse. She snaps up her knees and rounds over the first, landing as close as she can. Bouncing out turns out to be much more work. The log looms ahead of her and she thrusts off as hard as she is able. Her hind leg catches on a branch, but she kicks it free, getting a mere scratch. Tossing her cream-colored mane vicotiously, she turns and does it again. And again. And again.
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