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Date Posted:14:04:45 05/15/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 12.6.237.200 In reply to:
*Shakdragonn
's message, "*. Suspicious" on 17:49:51 05/14/02 Tue
Why was that steed staring at him even though he knew Quite well in most places new comers were unwelcome. His eyes fall apon his WEak fill her mother had died and he as the sire fought to survive his herd died only him and his young one were left. He was proud of her she had survived most foals died the first night. Yet his young one survu=ived. THe filly fell to her knees the stallion jerkes his head down she had made it this far and she would survive he was that sure. He whinnied in desperate hope searching for someone who might help him Completly forgetting of the watcher near bye he stomps his hoof hten searches again his eye wandering he pushes and pushes but ta no avail he lies neasr her to keep her warm the poor filly.
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