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Date Posted: 16:48:17 04/12/02 Fri
*hobbaling in, almost dead, there was no life in her eyes. She was a skelloton with a thin layer of skin on her. She was wore out from running, cuts on her noose and legs. She was missing half her tail, and a chunk of skin on her rump. Her coat drenched in swet. She sees the Crystal lake and starts to canter, but when she reaches the lake she calpes. You could tell she had been abused, badly. She finally ran away, but she knew they would be after her. She lay there lifelessly, water rolled up on her legs, just waiting to die. she mumbled a bite, and then was silent. She cold not be easaly helped, for it would take a thousand parys and a mirical to help. Though she is barely breathing she is alive, but in her eyes you know she wished to die, than be in pain all her life. And her old owner may find her, which would put her back in hell, where no matter how much she wanted to die she couldn't. They would strave her, and not take care of her, and she would still live. But deep in her hart she wanted to live and run free and wild like these. if there was a way to save her, she'd take that chance, but her hope where down, and she closed her eys she murmerd* help, please help me *she laid in the sand, prayed and waited for hope to come. As her bones sunk deep in the sand, she breathed hard, rough breaths of air. The water that was rolling on her back washed some on the swet off. Her ears flicked in the wind. The blood from her cuts on her legs and noose were washed by the water. Her short half ripped tail swiched at every passing fly. But none the less she was in pain. But she kepped hoping and hoping for help*
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