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Subject: ...when socks run away...


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Date Posted: 13:19:08 08/02/03 Sat
In reply to: Belle 's message, "~*~Forever Young~*~" on 08:01:42 08/02/03 Sat

~as the filly before him practically poured out her soul, the buckskin stallion was quite oblivious. he gave her a tolerant, polite, yet half-hearted gaze, and waited until she finished. then, since there was much to do, he lowered his head to the grass, grazing in deep thought. after a few minutes' time, long enough for a few grasshoppers springing about in the grass to slap into his barrel in sudden shock and fall back, wondering what on earth they'd hit, he raised the chiseled head and uttered a few words~

How about you pretend you're old, come around with me to "adult" herds, and maybe your spell'll wear off because you no longer care about running this foal hideout?

~it came out in a flurry of words, spoken in a deep, gruff tone. his ears flicked lazily as a pesky fly began a few kamikaze(sp?) attacks and finally surrendered. his tranquil gaze remained on the mare-trapped-in-filly's-body, and awaited her thoughtful comments on his proposed plan of action. he was quite intelligent, really, though you might not see it on the outside. deep down though, he was a genius just waiting to be autopsied so his brain would finally be given credit for its enormous size, capacity, and, unfortunately, weight.

as he had aforesaid the part about going around herds with him, he was entirely sincere. he would like nothing better than she and Misty accompanying him every which path he took. they'd be the "Three Bandits", or "Trio of Three" or something fun like that. even start a club maybe. oh no, there you go again, C. thinking up foalish ideas when you should be going out and around following mares until they relented and having foals and fighting pointless wars and doing grown-up stuff like that. hmph. yeah right...adulthood isn't such a hot idea now, is it?~

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