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Post by Micah & Marissa Sanseloni on Feb 22, 2007 21:31:08 GMT -5
This is where pistol will live when she arrives.
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Post by Micah & Marissa Sanseloni on Feb 24, 2007 13:43:35 GMT -5
[ooc: GRRRRR!!! I typed a really cool post and it went away without me hitting post!!! ROAR! Stupid tornadoes.]
The light echo of footsteps rang out as Marissa made her way to stall #9. Her lucky number, her current age, and now the home of her favorite friend. She pulled herself onto her tiptoes, peering in to see the pinto pony lazily munching hay. Pistol looked up, greeting the girl with a friendly whinny. The spunky little paint was Marissa's best friend, and they had grown especially close in the recent months. It had been just her and her big brother and her on their own for quite a while, and she had been such a sad shy girl until the day Micah had come home with the bright pony. She reached in, ruffling the mare's bushy forelock. "Micah! Can we go for a ride?" Her brother laughed, "I don't see why not." He had just gotten through giving Lena a light workout, and she was still saddled and ready to go. Marissa grabbed a halter and hastily unlatched the door, letting herself in. She lead Pistol out into the crossties, and gave her a good brushdown before Micah put the child sized saddle down on her back. Marissa pulled herself onto the pony, and gave her a good nudge forward. Micah Swung himself onto Lena and followed after his sister.
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