Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Apr 12, 2007 20:46:01 GMT -5
a dark bay rare blodded arab mare came cantering into the land of Thunder Valley.I slow into a halt.My rare blooded arab dish looking over the land.I do a soft whicker.I am a seven year old mare.I be looking for a stallion to take me into his lands as a family.I know one stallion can claim the beautifullest mare in all the land.But the stallion who takes me must love all mares as equal.Those are the stallions I hate.Ones who love other mares more then another.I the shake my pelt.And then go into a flat walk.I then do a small whicker.And then halt near a sparkling stream.I lower my dish to drink the cool water.
I lift up my dish to do another neigh.No one answers.I then shake my head.I saw mares here a couple of days ago.I thought.They can't be living here without a stallion.My brown orbs looking around for a stallion.My ears twich for a sound.I then do another loud whinny.I am a mare called Mystery cause the mystery is how did I get so beautifull when I was born.My mother and father where wild.But they are gone to the heavens.I know there looking over me.I then flick my tail at the pesky flys.I then lowwer my dish again to drink the cool water.
I lift up my dish to do another neigh.No one answers.I then shake my head.I saw mares here a couple of days ago.I thought.They can't be living here without a stallion.My brown orbs looking around for a stallion.My ears twich for a sound.I then do another loud whinny.I am a mare called Mystery cause the mystery is how did I get so beautifull when I was born.My mother and father where wild.But they are gone to the heavens.I know there looking over me.I then flick my tail at the pesky flys.I then lowwer my dish again to drink the cool water.
