jessieblue Foal
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His daunting black daggers peirced the receiding earth, leaving a deep impression to let you know he is there. His sharp black harks flicker in the foggy air. He lets out a loud ass snort and a graggley whinney. His head is held high and so is his tail. Seeing upon the land he has stumbled. He stopped in the midst of the thick fog. He looks upon his bleak past.
[a lovely trip down memory lane.....]
Seeing thrashing hooves of his father and mother alike. His parents disagreed of his taste. When his disobediance came to a head, his mother beat him, and his father raped him. Sure it doesn't make much sense, but what would you think if you were in his situation? Of course when they got his attention his little brother came into the world and was ignored. When his mother forced lies and hate down his throatl, he rebelled and left the small band, but one little problem his little brother followed, his brother was adopted by another band with a band stallion with the name of Plentycoo. No one knows what happened to his little brother after that. He of corse whent his own way and never looked back home ward
[memory lane ends and reality begins]
He breathed hard. he galloped and turned on his haunches at the top of the highest mountain of these fog filled lands. He lifted his well chisled body up into the air and snapped his tail. He let out a ball crushing shreik "I Bub, claim Eusabio as my home, any who dare to challange will find he will be dead in about two seconds!"
He lowerd his barrel and fore haunche s to the grounds with a roaring thud. He snorted loudly and headed for Agata Creek.
~ written by Mrs. Tom Keifer for her bestest friend ever and closest to a sister as she got Jessieblue
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