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[Gerbil]

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Could have made it more dramatic!

The sorrowful Lydia was torn limb from limb into iddy, biddy kibble sized pieces by a whole slew of well known rabid, mindless killers, the wolves of the black lagoon.

See! That made a bigger impression!

 

[DuckyGurl]

Well-she didn't actually die. She needs something to happen to her tho!!!!!!!!!!! She is a yearling and hasn't talked!

 

[Gerbil]

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Well send her to Inigo and Widow, they'll talk, fight, argue, etc!

 

[DuckyGurl]

Lydia walked up to Inigo and Widow. "Hello"

 

[Gerbil]

"Hello! I'm Inigo!" he smiled.

Widow motioned a greeting with her head and resumed grazing.

 

[DuckyGurl]

"I am Lydia. Who are you?" SHe asked Widow.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Maybe Bandit can like Lydia!

 

[Dutchgirl]

Crispin watched, amused, from afar. He shook his curly black fur and scratched his ears. Horses, he thought to himself. Horses are... amazing. In an amusing way. He laughed quietly and continued to watch them. Crispin is one of Holly's gang, in case you didn't know.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Ok!

 

[Dutchgirl]

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