b o r e d o m a n d t h e e x p l o r a t i o n -- ~Mares~

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Date Posted: 15:11:32 06/19/01 Tue
Author: Until We Meet Again
Subject: b o r e d o m a n d t h e e x p l o r a t i o n

**The gracefull bay equine snorts. If it was this boring in a herd... Well it would NOT be! Not if she could help it... She wished she could make ailliances, but then, to be seperated from the mare she trusted enough to alliance with would be unbearable. She would just have to wait. But when she was in a herd... She snorts. What if she did not stay in that herd? If only Hesitant Dreams had come with her to Hidden Valley. She knew those two-legged things had taken her best friend by now, unless she had run... She tosses her head, and paws the turf. She would think of more pleasent things. Bored once more, she looks around. Aha! She would go to that one place, up the stream, that she had discovered last time she tried to be a part of Hidden Valley, and then her parents had grounded her off the internet. (Whoops! Going a bit Ooc now, sorry!) Anyhow, she heads to the small stream, and splashes in. She glances warily at the other mares. They were not paying any heed to her antics. Good. She then proceeds upward, and starts to gallop in the widdening creek. She could only get There through this creek. At last, at long last, she gets to her destination. As the bramble on either side of her receeds, she steps into the small clearing where the spring that the creek came from started. She looks out at the mares land, and allows herself a whicker of triumph. It was nice to be alone once in a while. She hungrily crops the grass, it was green from no horse despoiling it with hooves, and finnaly returns down the little creek, not checking to see if any mare noticed.**

(Note: I left the end open in case one of the many bored mares wants to have seen UWMA returning and to discover a place to be alone.)

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