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[DuckLover179]

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Can't, gotta go to a party!

 

[duckluv]

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"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.

"Would you like me to give you a name?" she asked softly.

"Ahh," said the old man, though he thought he had seen a slight glint in the other man's eye for a second. "Well, if you have any other cases like this, call me. I'll buy any misfits for a good price, more than others would. Nice meeting you, Mr. Phillips." With that, he drew a business card from his pocket, gave it to Don, and walked back to the trailer.


The card. if you were wondering, said this:
Diaforet Ranch
Located At 137 Lakewood Drive
Directed by Hubard Cook
Call 999-9999-9999

 

[DuckLover179]

"Ywes!" the colt said.

"Okay, thanks!" Don replied.

 

[DuckLover179]

Nvm

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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[DuckLover179]

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The vet walked into her paddock.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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The vet walked into her paddock.

She whinnied hoarsely in fear and scooted as far back into the corner of her rundown stall just to be kicked in the belly again. Another two-leg came into the stall, the one that had bred her. He stuck his hands in his worn pockets, his eyes shrowded with sunglasses while chewing on a clump of tabacco. "Having a foal already, eh?" he said in a very smooth, young voice.

 

[DuckLover179]

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The vet walked into her paddock.

She whinnied hoarsely in fear and scooted as far back into the corner of her rundown stall just to be kicked in the belly again. Another two-leg came into the stall, the one that had bred her. He stuck his hands in his worn pockets, his eyes shrowded with sunglasses while chewing on a clump of tabacco. "Having a foal already, eh?" he said in a very smooth, young voice.

"Yes. I'll deliver it, I just need space, and so does she." The vet said, walking towards the mare.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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She whinnied hoarsely in fear and scooted as far back into the corner of her rundown stall just to be kicked in the belly again. Another two-leg came into the stall, the one that had bred her. He stuck his hands in his worn pockets, his eyes shrowded with sunglasses while chewing on a clump of tabacco. "Having a foal already, eh?" he said in a very smooth, young voice.

"Yes. I'll deliver it, I just need space, and so does she." The vet said, walking towards the mare.

"Sure," he said, backing away and watching through the bars. Roxanne began to breath heavily, fearing the two-legs and what they were going to do to her. Even if this was her ninth foal, she felt like it was her first due to the nerve of the area.

 

[DuckLover179]

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"Yes. I'll deliver it, I just need space, and so does she." The vet said, walking towards the mare.

"Sure," he said, backing away and watching through the bars. Roxanne began to breath heavily, fearing the two-legs and what they were going to do to her. Even if this was her ninth foal, she felt like it was her first due to the nerve of the area.

The vet pet her stomach. "Okay... It's time honey." He whispered, helping her push.