Post by George on Jan 1, 2007 11:15:42 GMT -5
The slush oozed up around his hoof. Puddles of it were everywhere from the melting snow, and patches of almost spring grass opened up beneath the cold, white ground cover, showing promise for warmer weather. The birds were chirping cheerfully as the sun rose still farther into the clear sky. George looked to his right, gazing fondly upon the mare whom had chosen a life with him. Of course, any random set of events could change this fate, to which she would no longer remain in his herd, but, for now, they were together. And George preferred to think of this arrangement that way, lasting forever. Alida was traveling back to Delayas with him
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