Post by `anntho on Oct 12, 2008 17:05:10 GMT -5
Bruna;;
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These legs of mine are always getting in the way, and honestly, it annoys me to no end. As I had made my way here to wait for my new mother I had tripped numerous times and now had scrapes across my nose and chest, which were bleeding freely, but I was a tough little girl and wouldn't cry, never, not even if I kill a flower on accident. My little snout was thrown up proudly as I pranced along, stubby little foal tail wiggling behind me in contement, even my long baby ears were up and swiveling, I would let nothing get my day down.
As I came to the brook my prance paused, one long leg in the air and I looked down into the water with a curious look. Slowly I dipped a hoof into it and jerked it back with a squeal of surprise, what was this cold substance? I mean, I knew it was something to drink because I had done it before, but only from shallow puddles, and they weren't this cold. Again I extented my hoof into the water, one after the other until I was standing in the water, it splashing against my seal brown legs, turning them dark brown.
With another joyful squeal I pranced in circles within the water, but the rocks were slippery and before I knew it, I was in the cold water, my lays splayed out beside me and a lone tear rolling down my cheek, but it wasn't a tear, it was only the water that had splashed up onto me as I fell, like I said before, I would never cry, not ever. Slowly I wiggled my haunches up, my muzzle in the water and I blew bubbles, but then I pushed my front legs up and I leapt out of the water clumsily, across the brook, soaking wet.
As I came to the brook my prance paused, one long leg in the air and I looked down into the water with a curious look. Slowly I dipped a hoof into it and jerked it back with a squeal of surprise, what was this cold substance? I mean, I knew it was something to drink because I had done it before, but only from shallow puddles, and they weren't this cold. Again I extented my hoof into the water, one after the other until I was standing in the water, it splashing against my seal brown legs, turning them dark brown.
With another joyful squeal I pranced in circles within the water, but the rocks were slippery and before I knew it, I was in the cold water, my lays splayed out beside me and a lone tear rolling down my cheek, but it wasn't a tear, it was only the water that had splashed up onto me as I fell, like I said before, I would never cry, not ever. Slowly I wiggled my haunches up, my muzzle in the water and I blew bubbles, but then I pushed my front legs up and I leapt out of the water clumsily, across the brook, soaking wet.