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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 8:23 am
Laughter was always such a pleasant sound and Puchi always got quite the kick out of making people feel happy enough to make such a noise. Her clumsiness was usually a source of entertainment for the vast majority of creatures, if she wasn't crash landing than her eccentric mannerisms generally amused them instead. She was an oddball and this had been encouraged by her rather large family, while some would have sought to surpress their children and make them conform the Islagiatt herd had prefered different methods. The more colourful a personality, the more memorable it was and the easier it was to make friends... well, that's how it was in theory, sometimes 'colourful' was a definition that was open to interpretation.
"Is that a promise?" she asked after she'd bridged the gap. She gave a small hop over one pot hole and fell into step with him. She'd heard a lot about these juicy apples but if these were the juiciest then she could barely wait! Still, it was quite the promise to make the young mare and he would have to hope they were definitely the sweetest she'd ever tasted.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 4:26 pm
Allan nodded his head a couple of times. The wind of his movement causing a slight rustling to his short mane. "Oh yes. I've had apples from lots of different places, but I haven't found any as sweet or as juicy as these."
They crested the hill and he let out a whinny of joy. "There's the tree!"
Indeed it was, one lone apple tree, leaden with red, shiny apples. "C'mon Puchi Puri!" He raced towards the tree, eager to bite into the sweet treats.
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