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The stallion scowled, and put his hoof on her back. "Dadda is nice to the good foals, now do what I say!" He screamed, putting pressure on her back.
The two-legs put Layla back in her stall with Aspen.
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The stallion scowled, and put his hoof on her back. "Dadda is nice to the good foals, now do what I say!" He screamed, putting pressure on her back.
The two-legs put Layla back in her stall with Aspen.
A tear of frustration solemnly rolled down her cheek. "Dadda!!" she cried, "Dusky good girl! No mean, Dadda! Pease!"
Cleopatra leaned up against the side of her stall, the small light from the moon gleaming against her black coat. She tossed her wavy mane, and held her head proudly. She pawed at the ground with her heavily feathered hoof, her eyes stern and wandering from stall door to stall door.
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The stallion scowled, and put his hoof on her back. "Dadda is nice to the good foals, now do what I say!" He screamed, putting pressure on her back.
The two-legs put Layla back in her stall with Aspen.
A tear of frustration solemnly rolled down her cheek. "Dadda!!" she cried, "Dusky good girl! No mean, Dadda! Pease!"
"Talk like a grown horse, or I will be mean!" He screamed in her face, his hoof still on her back.
Cleopatra leaned up against the side of her stall, the small light from the moon gleaming against her black coat. She tossed her wavy mane, and held her head proudly. She pawed at the ground with her heavily feathered hoof, her eyes stern and wandering from stall door to stall door.
The two-legs put her in a paddock with a small yearling colt.
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A tear of frustration solemnly rolled down her cheek. "Dadda!!" she cried, "Dusky good girl! No mean, Dadda! Pease!"
"Talk like a grown horse, or I will be mean!" He screamed in her face, his hoof still on her back.
Her little knees buckled and she collapsed to her fetlocks, her head bowed low. "P-Pease," she murmured, literally shaking now with frustration. Her ears limply fell back and she grew silent.
Cleopatra leaned up against the side of her stall, the small light from the moon gleaming against her black coat. She tossed her wavy mane, and held her head proudly. She pawed at the ground with her heavily feathered hoof, her eyes stern and wandering from stall door to stall door.
The two-legs put her in a paddock with a small yearling colt.
Cleopatra towered over the colt, her head held high as well as her tail. She circled the horse, looking it over fromt to back as if circling her prey, flicking her tail irritated. When she finally came to his front again, she sighed through her nose and rolled her eyes before nodding to the colt.
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"Talk like a grown horse, or I will be mean!" He screamed in her face, his hoof still on her back.
Her little knees buckled and she collapsed to her fetlocks, her head bowed low. "P-Pease," she murmured, literally shaking now with frustration. Her ears limply fell back and she grew silent.
The stallion banged the side of the paddock with his hoof, and the two-legs took her to Layla's paddock. "New mommy!" They said happily. "Old mommy is going back to breeding!". Layla let her nurse, nuzzling her. The two-legs put Cocoa in a paddock with the stallion.