Pearl hu'd filla stands in silence in the plains o' lone. Hazel occuli gaze 'round the new born loam o' adventure. Single warm breeze lifts moonglow locks high into the midnight darkness. Silv'r moon rays make pelt shimm'r like stars woven t'gether into a angel in disguise. Nails are plac'd in care seemin' not t' touch terra firma as silv'r she beast glides o'er the land at a steady trot. Small perfection heads t'wards the rocky hillside t' announce 'er peresents (sp?). Clearly unshod nails ring out o'er the folds as she pranc's lightly o'er the rocks. Gaze is swept o'er the folds that would now be call'd home. Soft whisper is releas'd 'pon the wind an' floats 'round the loam like a soft melody. A greetin' t' the new loam an' its occupiants. Listners are prick'd in hope o' a reply.
