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Jingle Bells
xxI Know that You Are Wrongxx

Young Stally of three years flew from across thee wretched swamp. Thy now ran for thy freedom, He'd escaped from a ridin' school, where he was used to for experianced riders. He'd gotten there at two years of age, and now was nearin' four. Thy couldnt take it anymore. Thy had Bid his farwell to Patches The night before. Now he'd seized' a chance to run on a group ride, So here thy was tryin' to make it, reins dangled nearly trippin' thy. Saddle felt horrible 'pon thy back, but ddn't matter anymore, It was now a rapid race to freedom leavin' the rest of the group behind. Though they'd tried to catch him, they couldn't and had finally given up. Crainuim tossed wildly, when sight was lost of them.They nder stoad, That He was wild and never to be tamed.Wait shifted in thee boggy swamp, sendin' front daggers a flyin' scream was given...Thy fell back to earth.Snort was given for all thee others that would try and tame thy once more...


~Sorry Muse is so low, and I can't think of anything...~

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Astronema walked through the darkened swamp, being careful where she placed her foot. One could break a leg in places like this. She lowered her head as if to grab a bit of the marsh grass that grew, but she did no such thing, just walking with her head lowered as if she was sick...or depressed. But, she was none of these. Just here. Suddenly, she stoped, and through her head up. The smell of another she picked up now...a stag by the looks...or smell of it. She stood there, head at it's full height, and ears pricked towards the smell, no stag would be sneaking up behind her tonight.