Post by horse on Feb 11, 2008 18:26:37 GMT -5
The thundering of hooves told you that there was a horse near by. A winnie could be heard in the distance, by the sound you can tell it was a mare.
Running through a shallow pool was a pure white horse. She stopped in the middle of the pool, bent down and took a drink. The water felt cool on her pink tongue. The mare looked up and reared onto her hind hooves, kicking at nothing furiously. She got onto all fours again, and started thundering through the grass, loving the feeling of wind on her face. Her long main and tail flying back, and flapping in the wind. Some people call her Magestic, others call her Pure Beauty, but we'll call her Misty
Misty was heading towards the Commons
Running through a shallow pool was a pure white horse. She stopped in the middle of the pool, bent down and took a drink. The water felt cool on her pink tongue. The mare looked up and reared onto her hind hooves, kicking at nothing furiously. She got onto all fours again, and started thundering through the grass, loving the feeling of wind on her face. Her long main and tail flying back, and flapping in the wind. Some people call her Magestic, others call her Pure Beauty, but we'll call her Misty
Misty was heading towards the Commons