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Date Posted: 18:46:05 02/09/02 Sat
Author: Mocochocca
Subject: A dirty 8 week old filly stageres up, she's covered in scars and blood,

A dirty 8 week old filly stageres up, she's covered in scars and blood,she has blue eyes which are full of hate and pain. she steps in a ditch and falls........elp she whinnes and her head falls down with a 'kaflomp'

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[> Canters over *Oh my gosh!!! Poor baby!!!!* Nuzzles the little foal -- Mochachino, 19:16:20 02/09/02 Sat

Her own blue eyes start to burn with anger *Who hurt you poor baby???*

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[> Re: A dirty 8 week old filly stageres up, she's covered in scars and blood, -- Mocochocca, 23:26:19 02/09/02 Sat

>A dirty 8 week old filly stageres up, she's covered in
>scars and blood,she has blue eyes which are full of
>hate and pain. she steps in a ditch and
>falls........elp she whinnes and her head falls down
>with a 'kaflomp'

I don't know. I was a sleep next to my mumma then I found myself allalone in this bid tin shed that smelt like blood. I fought out and I found my way. I gt stuck in some wire and trees and fences and the stall, I HATE THE STALL. I start wimpering, blood coming out of my mouth....

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[> [> Nuzzles the foal reassuringly. -- Mochachino, 10:17:34 02/10/02 Sun

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