Date Posted:19:35:05 09/20/02 Fri Author: Southern Night Subject: A distant land calls...
The young stallion was not satisfied here, though he would do anything for his undying love of Midnight Moon. Auids pointed elsewhere and orbs roamed the distance until one day he herd a distant whinny. He broke into a gallop, hearing his old family calling. He whinnied to his mate, yearning for her to follow. Brute lit off for Magic Mountain Meadows.
