Green Island Farms and EchoGang ~A Double RP! PLEASE READ FRONT PAGE!~

[miss heny]

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She didn't bother replying, instead trotting to the other end of the corral. Oh, goody, I'm stuck in a pen with a brainwashed mare and a two-leg who throws root vegetables, she thought bitterly, looking up at the sky with a longing gaze. If only I were one of the robins I see in the trees - then I could simply fly away!

Procket listened to Dennis with perked ears.


Lisa walks over with some sugar cubes

 

[DuckLover2399]

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He whinnied. Then hung his head and followed dennis

 

[duckluv]

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Lisa walks over with some sugar cubes

(Procket or Zils?)

 

[miss heny]

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Lisa walks over with some sugar cubes

(Procket or Zils?)

zils

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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He rewarded the stallion with a carrot and put him into crossties in the tack room. Dennis began to groom Evander until his coat and mane shined bright and his hooves did not have a speck of dirt inside, finishing off with some fly spray.

 

[DuckLover2399]

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He rewarded the stallion with a carrot and put him into crossties in the tack room. Dennis began to groom Evander until his coat and mane shined bright and his hooves did not have a speck of dirt inside, finishing off with some fly spray.

He munched it halfheartedly. He whinnied.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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He rewarded the stallion with a carrot and put him into crossties in the tack room. Dennis began to groom Evander until his coat and mane shined bright and his hooves did not have a speck of dirt inside, finishing off with some fly spray.

He munched it halfheartedly. He whinnied.

Dennis pet his withers affectionately and pulled out some freshly polished Western tack.

 

[DuckLover2399]

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He munched it halfheartedly. He whinnied.

Dennis pet his withers affectionately and pulled out some freshly polished Western tack.

He sighed. He looked back at Dennis and whinnied.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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Dennis pet his withers affectionately and pulled out some freshly polished Western tack.

He sighed. He looked back at Dennis and whinnied.

"What is it boy?" he asked sweetly before taking out a brush and smoothing his long forelock into the middle of Evander's concave face.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

This is Evander's tack, just imagine an Arabian stallion in it.