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Date Posted: 17:56:58 07/23/05 Sat
Author: Casablanca
Subject: First HerdMeetning


It is a beautiful day. Fall is coming. The grass is lush and green and rippling. The sun is comfortably warm; a cool breeze is blowing. Yes, fall is coming.
Casablanca walks slowly through the tall grass, his tail trailing behind him like the train of a bride’s gown. His mane is fluttering out from his arched neck in the breeze. Knowing eyes pass across the peaceful landscape, pricked ears listening for the familiar hoof beats of his herd members.
He climbs a small hill and pauses there, rising upon his strong hind legs. He thrusts his forelegs out, pawing at the brilliantly blue sky above. Puffy white clouds float by, his body dark against them. He lands softly and neighs, calling for the mares of his harem and the Chevaux. Ebon Haze, Mystical Elegance, Sun Dancer and Midnight Dancer, they were all expected to show. Any horse who did not would be punished, though not severely.
He waited eagerly for each maiden to show. He loved them all and it would be a bleak world if he lost any of them. Fall was coming, though distantly, and the herd needed to meet and discuss their actions. Positions would be changed to best suit the herd. Those willing would bear foals. There was so much to do and so little time.
The charcoal stallion paces, waiting. He drops his head and kicks out powerfully with his hind legs, muscle bulging beneath his dark, silky coat. Sunlight reflects off the sweat that covers his body from the warmth of the day.
Casablanca I`ll wait forever… Casablanca until I die…. Casablanca we`ll be together… Underneath the blue Moroccan sky…
Casablanca I`ll wait forever… Casablanca until I die…. Casablanca we`ll be together… Underneath the blue Moroccan sky…

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