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Date Posted: 21:48:43 07/04/02 Thu
Author: Bel Bel
Author Host/IP: ocmax30-249.dialup.optusnet.com.au / 198.142.21.249
Subject: Pricks


Creamy f'mmora pricks her lobes and listens to the trumpeting stallion calls. Listening for her creamy son, Thowra's call. There it was, all the joy of being alive and free sounded in it. She imagined him, standin 'pon a high rocky tor, one for-leg raised, mane and tail swaying in the gentle spring breeze. Then sounded Storm's ringing neigh and Thowra's reply. The ol' creamy mare set off t'wards the two stallions, knowing they would meet up somewhere in the small valley below. Jogging, Jogging, Jogging... For an old mare she was still very swift and lithe. Finally she came to the bottom of the valley and whickered softly, greeting Thowra and Storm has he approached. As she had pictured, Thowra has standing 'pon a rocky tor. One for-leg raised, tresses and plume swaying in the gentle spring breeze. Thowra turned around swiftly to come 'pon his dam. A soft nicker is 'mitted as he trots down to meet her. "Hello little old mother, what brings you here?" She rubs noses wit' him then replies. "I have come to warn you - men are building a stockyard again. It tis' not wise to stay out for to long, as the roundup will be soon. Come, we will go and meet Storm half-way" She started trotting. He nodded and started trotting by her side, as he had done when he was little more than a yearling. Noble bay stud whinnied softly rubbing noses with Bel Bel and nipping his brother of the wind playfully. "Tis' been awhile Bel Bel" he said affectionately to the old mare. "Aye, it has. I have come to warn you that the men are building a stockyard once again, the roundup will take place soon" He whickers, nodding. "Hmmmmm, a round-up? in early spring?" "Thats what I thought, but they do seem to be coming earlier and earlier every year.." She nodded agreeing, "I must go now" She rubbed noses with the two once more and trotted off, in the direction of the ramsheads.

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