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Subject: He comes sheperding Hemlock and a new black filly.He nickers to Hemlock then herds others together.


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Pecos
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Date Posted: 17:06:06 03/22/01 Thu

Dun Steed enters with Hemlock and a little black filly at his side.He nickers to Hemlock and the unamed baby then herds the rest into a tighter bunch.They are finaly all together and his hours of worrying over the herd are over.His cranium shacks voilontly to rid himself of the black mask that protruds over orbs.Eyes rack the darkness as if trying to pentitrait the very heart of the forest from where he stood at the edge.Dail bobs as he sents water.Through the fog he goes.A dark figure moving with the stelth of the cougers that lurk in the trees abouve.He comes to a forest pool.A small herd of deer gather there.The buck rolls his orbs at the newcomer.Pecos can feel his nervousness and doesn't notice when they just slip off at the slightest rais of the white flag.Dipping his dail into the cool water he drinks gratefully.Feeling refreshed he rejoins his herd in the search of a clearing to grase in.Moving silently with the ocasional nicker to the young ones to hurry along.After an hour of moving like ghostly figures throughout the woods.
They find it.They stand quietly browsing......The night sky hardly visible over the tall towering trees.

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Follows.Her muzzle brushes soft velvet of coal filly's back.Hoping to win tiny foal's affections.*Freedom*04:37:30 03/23/01 Fri


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