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Subject: Thoughtful

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MaVy&Blondie

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Date Posted: 16:24:29 04/26/04 Mon
In reply to: Wild Herd 's message, "Re: Thoughtful" on 17:24:22 04/18/04 Sun

*M*--His flank was stabbed with pain. He felt the other's hard ivories lash at his loin area. He felt the pain and whinced. He backed away from the stallion. He stood there snorting at him, wondering what the stallion planned to do next. His tail swished in agitation. His orbs eyed the stud and saw the bay vixen he longed for. He gave a look that was unforgettable and nickered silently. Although she was out of range for her thorns to pick up the small nicker he knew the stallion would here it. It was more of a reassurance nicker for himself. His dagger stomped the terra as he waited for the stallions move.

*B*--She still held her hand out and the flicka seemed interested. She laughed and then saw the mare flailing towards her at a gallop. She jumped on the ground to get out of the vixen's way. She sat on the ground after the femme had lunged towards her. She eyed the dun filly who so willingly followed her mother's oreders. She stood up and brushed herself off. She put the apple on the floor and stepped back about 10 feet, wondering if the filly would come forth.

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Re: Thoughtful	Wild Herd	19:06:56 05/03/04 Mon