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11-04-2012, 02:30 PM
Mystique was never the loud type. She was more shy and laid back then anything. She never had other foals to play with. She longed for a friend though, oh how she would love to meet another foal to play with. With this new wet stuff that was as white as the clouds on a clear bright day. It was like a roll of cotton that was freshly lane all along the Throat. It was so cold, that it sent chills down her spine. It made her want to run and play and jump around, but she didn’t want to look foolish. The young filly, walked puzzled as to what his was. Every step she took she could see her hoof prints following her. She didn’t know what this, cool white stuff was , but she wanted to find out.
Traveling to her wasn’t anything different. She traveled alone because she never had a family or someone to be with her. Usually, she traveled at a walking pace with her head down, but this time was different. She was stunned because she heard a loud noise coming from in front of her. Slowly she trotted over to see what all the ruckus was about. Finally, she saw what it was. A foal. Another foal! Wow! She couldn’t believe her eyes. A new feeling came over her. A feeling of happiness and joy.
Traveling to her wasn’t anything different. She traveled alone because she never had a family or someone to be with her. Usually, she traveled at a walking pace with her head down, but this time was different. She was stunned because she heard a loud noise coming from in front of her. Slowly she trotted over to see what all the ruckus was about. Finally, she saw what it was. A foal. Another foal! Wow! She couldn’t believe her eyes. A new feeling came over her. A feeling of happiness and joy.
