Author:
Apollo
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Date Posted: 11:49:20 01/15/03 Wed
*he was torn two ways, one where his son was of which he could play and be carefree--and the other with Cherry with whom he would have to live up to his responsibilities. He trots after Rebs, listening for the foal, and scenting the air. Finally, seeing the a bushy, tail wagging out from behind a tree, he trots over and taps his back with his muzzle.* Found ya! You're it! Now, count to thirty and come find me. *he gallops off leaving the foal at the tree, and heads off the way Cherry had gone. He catches up to her.* I know he's my son, and I don't want him to go either, all right? But there's no point in fighting the inevitable. Fate has cards they don't want to show. Do you see? *he nuzzles her, thinking how could he explain the ways of a male's life to her.*
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