Post by silverwind on Jul 7, 2007 0:16:50 GMT -5
Mystery night cantered up the small hill to search out any stallions. As she got closer to the top she slowed to a trot.She reared and whinnied.Mystery lowered her chesnut head to scout for a stallion to be her mate.Would anyone want an mare who has was mistreated and just escaped from two legged.She wondered this until the sun started to lower.