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[BirdNut]

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It is epically wierd, amazing and awesome and you know it. ADMIT IT.

It'll definitely spice things up 'round here... But if you have objections, I can change the horse.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

It's flipping AWESOME! But really strange.

I honestly don't care, even if it isn't realistic at all.

 

[BirdNut]

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Meh, I've been unsure about joining the herd or not because of that. Another part of me says we should loosen up and allow for some imagination. I'll just go ahead and change the horse now since I'm still on the fence about it.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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Meh, I've been unsure about joining the herd or not because of that. Another part of me says we should loosen up and allow for some imagination. I'll just go ahead and change the horse now since I'm still on the fence about it.

Whatever pleases you.

 

[BirdNut]

A man walked across the cracked, old driveway of the breeding farm from his truck. He was stout in build and had a slouching stature, a round, rosy-cheeked face long overdue for a shave, and he wore an oil-stained tee shirt, ripped jeans, a frayed straw hat, and scuffed leather boots. In his grasp, he held a thick rope, on the end of it was a gorgeous mare with a flaxen mane so long that it gave her a fairytale appearance, and a sleek pelt of liver-gray. She was stunningly beautiful, and gifted with gorgeous, golden-amber eyes and an expressive face with very sharply chiseled features. A smug smile touched his face as he glanced at the mare, expecting to sell it off for a lot of money.

A new teenage worker at the farm stared from afar as he lazily filled a horse's water trough with muddy water from the dirty, sun-worn hose.

The man stepped up to the rickety floorboards and knocked on the door.

(Now you can reply)

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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A young man in about his early twenties answered the door, his usually perfectly brushed and groomed dark brown hair unkempt. His hazel eyes were heavy and tired, and his stubble looked like it had expanded through a larger area. He donned a torn white, oil stained rodeo t-shirt and a pair of baggy blue plaid pajama pants. Suddently he noticed the almost unreal appearing mare, her beauty unfettered and inhanced by the intense moonlight. "Sir, don't 'ya think it's a 'lil too late to be sellin' horses?" he asked in a thick, groggy southern accent.

 

[BirdNut]

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"A bit late, yeah," replied the man with a shrug. "Are ya open fer business right now?" he asked, sheepishly grinning. "Sorry it's late sir, got caught up n' traffic. If tonight won't work I can come by again t'morrow, but I don't have much time to sell 'er off, y'see, 'cause I'm gettin' ready fer a big move outta town."

He indicated with a sway of his hand to the mare, "She's the best dern breeder I've ever had the pleasure of ownin'. Never lost a foal from her, never had a deformerty of any sort."

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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"A bit late, yeah," replied the man with a shrug. "Are ya open fer business right now?" he asked, sheepishly grinning. "Sorry it's late sir, got caught up n' traffic. If tonight won't work I can come by again t'morrow, but I don't have much time to sell 'er off, y'see, 'cause I'm gettin' ready fer a big move outta town."

He indicated with a sway of his hand to the mare, "She's the best dern breeder I've ever had the pleasure of ownin'. Never lost a foal from her, never had a deformerty of any sort."

"The timing is fine 'fer me, I had just gottin' up to begin this here farm workin' early," he replied. "Ain't she a beaut?" he paused momentarily, eyes focused on the lovely mare. "How much?"

 

[BirdNut]

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"A bit late, yeah," replied the man with a shrug. "Are ya open fer business right now?" he asked, sheepishly grinning. "Sorry it's late sir, got caught up n' traffic. If tonight won't work I can come by again t'morrow, but I don't have much time to sell 'er off, y'see, 'cause I'm gettin' ready fer a big move outta town."

He indicated with a sway of his hand to the mare, "She's the best dern breeder I've ever had the pleasure of ownin'. Never lost a foal from her, never had a deformerty of any sort."

"The timing is fine 'fer me, I had just gottin' up to begin this here farm workin' early," he replied. "Ain't she a beaut?" he paused momentarily, eyes focused on the lovely mare. "How much?"

"Goood, goood," he said, nodding the entire time the man answered him. "Yup, she's a gorgeous horse, pure Morgan. That'll be $5000."

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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"The timing is fine 'fer me, I had just gottin' up to begin this here farm workin' early," he replied. "Ain't she a beaut?" he paused momentarily, eyes focused on the lovely mare. "How much?"

"Goood, goood," he said, nodding the entire time the man answered him. "Yup, she's a gorgeous horse, pure Morgan. That'll be $5000."

"Sounds like a great deal to me. Here, lemme get mah wallet," he said, walking to a desk and pulling out a handmade leather wallet from a cabinet. The man took out the cash and offered it to the man in exchange for the horse's lead rope.