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Oh, Dutchie! I shall ignore your signature and let you go free, this time.
 
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Oh, Dutchie! I shall ignore your signature and let you go free, this time.

Signature? What about it? *activate halo and angel wings*
 
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Oh, Dutchie! I shall ignore your signature and let you go free, this time.

Signature? What about it? *activate halo and angel wings*

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"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.

Chromasia smiled down at him. "Hello, young child," she said.
Prisma sniffed at her mother's hay net, liking the sweet smell of alfalfa.

"No reason much," he said, waving a hand and walking towards the meadow. When he saw Don, he shouted, "Phillips!"
 
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Oh, Dutchie! I shall ignore your signature and let you go free, this time.

Signature? What about it? *activate halo and angel wings*

Curses! *Shakes fist*
 
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The colt suckled.

"By the meadows. Why?" The man replied.

Chromasia smiled down at him. "Hello, young child," she said.
Prisma sniffed at her mother's hay net, liking the sweet smell of alfalfa.

"No reason much," he said, waving a hand and walking towards the meadow. When he saw Don, he shouted, "Phillips!"

"Hewwo!" He replied.

"Any problems?" Don asked.
 
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Chromasia smiled down at him. "Hello, young child," she said.
Prisma sniffed at her mother's hay net, liking the sweet smell of alfalfa.

"No reason much," he said, waving a hand and walking towards the meadow. When he saw Don, he shouted, "Phillips!"

"Hewwo!" He replied.

"Any problems?" Don asked.

"I'm Chromasia. That over there is Prisma. What is your name?"
"Mumma, he don have a nim!" Prisma shouted.
"Is that so?" Chromasia asked.

"Not really, but...what were you doing with that colt? He's weak, under-sized, and he has whip lashes on his back. He looks to be only a day old or so, too," the man said.
 
Roxanne lie in her stall, her belly aching even more than yesterday. The foal began to kick rapidly at the sides of her stomach, causing the mare to wheeze heavily and roll to her side.
 
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"Hewwo!" He replied.

"Any problems?" Don asked.

"I'm Chromasia. That over there is Prisma. What is your name?"
"Mumma, he don have a nim!" Prisma shouted.
"Is that so?" Chromasia asked.

"Not really, but...what were you doing with that colt? He's weak, under-sized, and he has whip lashes on his back. He looks to be only a day old or so, too," the man said.

"Ywes!" He said, going back to suckling.

"Not much. He didn't get much nursing time, his mother wouldn't feed him. Also, he attacked one of our workers, so we had to whip him. It is all legal. He should make a fine horse." He said.
 
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