myth
Wanderer
Let your heart sore on Butterfly wings untill the ones you find is the one you love.
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Post by myth on Mar 3, 2006 19:08:41 GMT -5
Sarah walked though the stable, it was emtpy besides the filly. All the stalls where beded, and with fresh water and such. The feed contaners where full to the brim. She had always wonted to have a bussiness in racing. And though the filly would never race for real, she was the cute to turn down, and so she was bought. She looked out into the pasters, she wasn't letting Noir into them yet, at lest untill she had a cople more horses, but she was lead training her some. She had the baisics, but it never her for more.
Grabing a lead line and a halter, she walked into the Noir's stall and walked as the filly troted over, nugging her chest. Slipping the halter over her small little face she walked out of the stall, letting Noir prance out, happy to be out of her stall and such.
Thinking more, Sarah would need to hire a second owner, and stable maids, but it was worth it all in the end.
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