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Date Posted: 19:26:01 01/29/03 Wed
Author: Jade Conners
Subject: Settling Shetalkstoangels

The gorgeous brunette looks incredibly odd in her miniskirt and lowcut top among the "horsey people" as she leads her prized filly into the handsome oak stable. She had specifically requested an extra large box stall, as well as a private paddock for her champion. The dainty filly devotedly follows her stylish owner, and she curiously looks around the barn as they make their way to the end of the breezeway. The filly had never laid eyes on such peculiar looking horses. Paints, palominos, buckskins, appaloosas? Ponies and draft horses? All her life, the regal filly had been around sleek Thoroughbreds in varying shades of browns, reds, and grays, and the closest thing to "colored" to her was the old ponying horse, Tony, who had been chestnut with an apron face and a blue eye. She vividly remembers how her and her buddies had marveled at his odd eyes and tall stockings. Ms. Conners slides open the door of the last stall and leads the filly in. The filly sniffs at the knee-deep sawdust, then inspects the water bucket and feed troph. Seemingly pleased, she makes her way out the backdoor into her private paddock. The dark-eyed girl, satisfied with her filly's living arrangements, closes the door, hangs her leather halter up on the hook outside her stall, blows the filly a kiss, and makes her way up to the main house, much to the amusement of other riders in their dusty boots and pants.

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