~!~ *The tiny, pure black filly frisks excitedly down to the river, long legs tangling and untangling beneath her as she wobbles into a lopsided canter...* ~!~ -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: ~!~ *The tiny, pure black filly frisks excitedly down to the river, long legs tangling and untangling beneath her as she wobbles into a lopsided canter...* ~!~

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Night Twist

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Date Posted: 07:17:31 04/21/01 Sat
Author Host/IP: A050-0035.FLNT.splitrock.net/63.252.144.35

*Her glinting, ebony coat bright with radiance, tiny and fresh with life, she sprinkles to a halt by the bank of the lightly trickling brook. Grinning broadly, she plows in, laughing wildly, the clamor bright and bubbling, delighted and airy. Her tiny, tinkling laugh splashes across the bank, tiny hooves flashing like diamonds. Pausing in her play, she pants excitedly, ears a size too large and flopping upwards, bright eyes flashing. Frowing softly for a moment, she thinks of the colt she had been playing with, and how he had left her all alone here. Pouting quietly, she shakes her trim neck, determined not to let it get her down. Searching for someone else to play with, she giggles brightly, splashing around with her tiny frame, brush-bottle tail wagging furiously.*

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