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The old man stopped and stooped over to look the colt in the face. "Doesn't look very healthy...." he murmured. "You stay right here, young boy, and I'll go talk to that man. Chromasia and Prisma'll keep you company," he said, motioning to the cremello mare and filly who had had their manes and tails died rainbow by previous owners as he walked out, closing the doors behind him.

The colt looked at the horses. "He-Hewwo?" He asked curiously.

"Hewwo!" Prisma squealed, trotting over to the smaller colt and sniffing at him. "Who awe you?"
 
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The colt looked at the horses. "He-Hewwo?" He asked curiously.

"Hewwo!" Prisma squealed, trotting over to the smaller colt and sniffing at him. "Who awe you?"

"Wi dwont knwow. Does shwe have mwilk?" He asked, motioning to the mare.
 
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Ah, okay. I seriously fail at spelling
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Soo...
 
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"Hewwo!" Prisma squealed, trotting over to the smaller colt and sniffing at him. "Who awe you?"

"Wi dwont knwow. Does shwe have mwilk?" He asked, motioning to the mare.

"Den mumma wull nim yoo. Yuh-huh," Prisma replied, nodding her head so hard that her mane flew about and she got blue hair in her mouth. "Putuee!" she exclaimed, spitting it out.

The little old man walked the short distance to Don's farms. "Hey," he said, tapping a man on the shoulder. "Where's Don?"
 
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Soo...

So, yeah, I cannot spell.

And now, we shall swim! *Jumps into a tar pit*
 
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"Wi dwont knwow. Does shwe have mwilk?" He asked, motioning to the mare.

"Den mumma wull nim yoo. Yuh-huh," Prisma replied, nodding her head so hard that her mane flew about and she got blue hair in her mouth. "Putuee!" she exclaimed, spitting it out.

The little old man walked the short distance to Don's farms. "Hey," he said, tapping a man on the shoulder. "Where's Don?"

The colt suckled.

"By the meadows. Why?" The man replied.
 
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Chief Bryant looked at some paperwork on his desk, willing the phone to ring. He was all for barging in and dealing with the horses himself, but he needed patience. Finally he dialed the number again.
The phone rang once more in Don Phillip's house. Bryant, on the other line, jiggled a bouncy ball in his hand and hoped Ms. Phillips would pick up... or even better, an intelligent male who knew where Phillips was, what he was doing, and when he'd be back.
 
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And now, we shall swim! *Jumps into a tar pit*

Yay! I wuv swimmin!!!!!

Burnin' tar!
 
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