Dusty
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Post by Dusty on May 5, 2007 18:07:10 GMT 10
Magic stood, scared stiff in the dirt. A rope halter cut into her head, and every time she tried to pull in off, it burned deeper, and harder. The White's of her eyes showed, As she flickered his near black tail. She jogged off, looking around at all the people..staring.."Mummmmyy..." she whinnied, as her voice echoed around the small arena. Taking a step, with her delicate hooves she whispered into the pen surrounding her."Mum..." A voice boomed around the pen. "Now, this little beauty, is only 1 year old, and pure Arab. they call her....Mezmerised Magic!, now..lets start this filly off with..ermm..800" Magic, jogged around, her slim pelt shining. Flicking her tail. The little corner of sun that shone in, reflected on her smooth glossy body, her over grown feet, occasionally tripping her up. A large man ran over to her, sending her galloping smoothly around the ring. She felt like crying, Sliding to a stop, she held her head up high.. "I want my mummy.." she said, c out into the distance. [/img]
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Post by Dusty on Jun 7, 2007 16:48:34 GMT 10
The croud stood silent.
"Come on ladies and gentle men! Wouldn't this filly make a gorgeous brood mare? Think of the foals! who is going to start us off?" There were whispers in the distance as magic tried to rear. Yet she was forced down, the rope cutting further and further into her dainty head.
"one thousand!" A small shout came from the distance. The slaughter house. More whispers surrounded, a few giggles. Who any one save the poor filly?
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