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Post by Jazzi on Dec 4, 2006 22:13:16 GMT -5
Gigi walked down the aisle of friendly faces, patting cheeks and kissing velvet noses as she came, twirling a crop in her left hand.
Approaching the last stall, a gold plate mounted on the stall door, which read in big, black, block letters 'Snickers', Gigi unlatched the door and stepped in, grasping the pony's leather halter in her hand.
Clucking to Snickers gently, she made to pull the halter over the pony's head..
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Post by ღMonarchღ on Dec 5, 2006 15:05:23 GMT -5
Snicker whinnied with excitement. He nuzzled Gigi and accepted the old halter. He stood up tall, and pawed the dusty floor impatiently.
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Post by Jazzi on Dec 5, 2006 15:09:35 GMT -5
Gigi smiled, stroking the pony's ears softly as she buckled the halter around its tiny head. On a loose lead, she guided Snicker out of the open stall door and into the stable corridor, where she buckled the pony securely into the cross-ties.
Tossing the rope about the pony's neck, she blew it an air-kiss before turning away to get the grooming supplies and tack from the Tack Room.
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Post by ღMonarchღ on Dec 5, 2006 15:12:13 GMT -5
His upper lip rolled up, and he showed his yellow teeth. He stood their boredly. His fat belly ached for more hay; even though he didn't need it. He began to close his eyes. He wasn't sleeping, just dozing. . .
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