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[Zinnia-Hen]

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"Yew weal Mwama hates you! That's why oo hewe! Get ova it, and Wuv oo new Mwommy!".

An owl flew into the pen. Straightening his cap and pushing his glasses up on his nose, he pulled out a scroll and said, "I quote thee of thy name Zinnia: 'Roxanne awoke in her stall after being dragged back by the horrid two-legs, feeling a deep pain in her rump from being hit with darts. She groggily looked around for her foal by turning her head left to right, searching through the corners. There were no signs. Very suddenly, the distressed mare began to sob for the loss of the filly that she was looking forward to taking care of; the only light at the end of her tunnel. But instead she was taken away. Taken away by the dreaded two-legs, like the rest of her foals.'" With a hoot he flew off.

Primrose's mouth hung open in confusion.

 

[DuckLover179]

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Not really. I'm trying to get this filly to like the mare...

Wolves hunt at night and in groups...no one would be alive. And how can a mare throw something?
Sorry if I seem like a pest...I just find that unrealistic things bother me.

With her teeth...

 

[Dutchgirl]

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Bryant cleared his throat. "Hello, this is Chief Andrew Bryant at the local police office... are you okay?" he sensed pain in the *dying* man's voice.

Okay, he can't die, it's against the rules to kill a character without the owners permission!

"Yes." He said, annoyed.

He shook his head, confused. "Okay... anyway, as I said, I'm Chief Bryant. I'm calling about a report we received from a neighbor of yours. Now, I'm not saying it's true, but we'd like to look into it."

 

[DuckLover179]

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Okay, he can't die, it's against the rules to kill a character without the owners permission!

"Yes." He said, annoyed.

He shook his head, confused. "Okay... anyway, as I said, I'm Chief Bryant. I'm calling about a report we received from a neighbor of yours. Now, I'm not saying it's true, but we'd like to look into it."

"Mm, no thanks." He said simply, and he hung up the phone.

 

[duckluv]

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Bryant cleared his throat. "Hello... are you okay?" he sensed pain in the *dying* man's voice.

Okay, he can't die, it's against the rules to kill a character without the owners permission!

"Yes." He said, annoyed.

I know, but it's unrealistic to survive, completely unhurt, after a half a ton of horse meat crushes you.

 

[duckluv]

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An owl flew into the pen. Straightening his cap and pushing his glasses up on his nose, he pulled out a scroll and said, "I quote thee of thy name Zinnia: 'Roxanne awoke in her stall after being dragged back by the horrid two-legs, feeling a deep pain in her rump from being hit with darts. She groggily looked around for her foal by turning her head left to right, searching through the corners. There were no signs. Very suddenly, the distressed mare began to sob for the loss of the filly that she was looking forward to taking care of; the only light at the end of her tunnel. But instead she was taken away. Taken away by the dreaded two-legs, like the rest of her foals.'" With a hoot he flew off.

this is frustrating enough!

I'm joking, I'm joking! Sheesh.

 

[DuckLover179]

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this is frustrating enough!

I'm joking, I'm joking! Sheesh.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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Oh. Just say she walked away from the other filly, then.

Primrose lie on the ground in shock of the attack, her little legs scarred up with claw marks and blood. She allowed the mare to clean off her wounds though she didn't quite enjoy it due to the fact she was like a total stranger to her.

"Mommy's here! You'll be okay!" She whispered, licking softly.

The filly gritted her teeth when the mare proclaimed that she was her mother. Nonetheless, she went with it and continued to allow her to clean off her wounds.

(I will eventually get her to be more attatched. It's just that being dragged from your mother on the first day of life is rather stressful.

)

 

[Dutchgirl]

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He shook his head, confused. "Okay... anyway, as I said, I'm Chief Bryant. I'm calling about a report we received from a neighbor of yours. Now, I'm not saying it's true, but we'd like to look into it."

"Mm, no thanks." He said simply, and he hung up the phone.

"Uh, but--" He scowled at the dial tone and slammed the phone back into the receiver. "Darn it." He looked up and pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Lake, can you send an officer in to check on Don Phillip's farm? We suspect a violation of law and possible animal abuse. Best you send somebody from the SPCA with the officer," he added dryly.
"Sure, Chief," came the crackly reply from the speakers.
"Okay." And, as an afterthought, he added: "Hey, send Officer Hudson."
"Sure thing."
"Over and out, Lake."
"Out."

 

[Dutchgirl]

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Okay, he can't die, it's against the rules to kill a character without the owners permission!

"Yes." He said, annoyed.

I know, but it's unrealistic to survive, completely unhurt, after a half a ton of horse meat crushes you.

Who IS the owner? DL179?