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Date Posted: 23:11:56 10/30/01 Tue
Author: Ginger and co.
Subject: Listens
In reply to: Kianga 's message, "Turns" on 22:15:53 10/30/01 Tue

inger swings her head in direction to the call, lobes flickering about. Beight eyes watching the cream filly's reaction to it. It must be her mate..she soon heard another call, a call warning her sire away from the filly. She canters over and nips her sire's rump..

~Echo turns, and sees his young daughter. He nuzzles her affectionately before cantering away from the silver cream filly. He would not use captivity to his advantage, yet he knew, Ginger was being noticed by the stallions around. He snorts, just like the way Golden was to Thowra.

~Ginger looks at her sire, the worried look. Is somethin' wrong Father ? What's it like for horses in the wild..oh, the wind in your mane and tail when you gallop ! Isn't it fun ?"

~Echo snaps at Ginger and huffs," No it is not..and don't go thinkin' 'bout dem wild horses. You belong 'ere..with me, and with Mac. You already 3 1/2 Ginger, you must learn to cover your scent. Not like the way Golden did.."

~Ginger backs away, nodding. Petite young bay filly races around the yard. It was large enough for four horses to race around. Yet she knew what her sire said was right, she belonged here..yet she couldn't help but think about the wild brumbies but she loved Mac with all her heart. He was good to her..



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