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Tomorrow's Glory and Naicus
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Date Posted: 12:41:11 01/06/03 Mon
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Thor
's message, "( Tomorrow )" on 18:35:23 01/05/03 Sun
Mellow by nature, the stallion could see no reason to be angry at his mother, surely he had been equally wrong, charging away from the Glen as he had. A slow grin spread across his painted features, lighting his lazy, soft brown eyes. He returned her gesture with a firm nudge of his own, "Of course, I understand, Mother. Its hard, fitting all the things you want to do into one day. And hello, Thor. It's good to meet you." He spent a short moment surveying the small one, he whose tounge was so rebellious until a brief brush of stumpy tail against his leg reminded him of his own son.
Oblivious to all happenings, the rangy colt was taking his legs for a test-drive. His pallid coat was a calamity of tumbling speckles in response to this rapid, and often riotous, movement. Hopping, skittering, stretching and bumping, he flung mud about and enjoyed every moment of it. It was only Morrow's whiskered muzzle against his fidgetting flank that turn his attention to unfirmiliar mare and colt. Our paint stallion had a brief though that Shine was going to kill him for letting their newborn son so completely vandalize his white coat, but Naicus was unhampered by such worries. Spreading his soft lips in a wide, and gummy, grin, he whuffed a greeting to the pair.
"This is Naicus," Morrow explained, grin widening.
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