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Post by Critter on Aug 5, 2007 2:13:13 GMT -5
The fat little Shetland Pony waddled along the prarie edge. He grumbled to himself under his breath. "Stupid arthritis. I have half a mind to just get up and run. I'm still young." He snorted and stopped to eat some leaves. "Crazy kids and there rotten ideas. I outta just..." He stopped suddenly and flopped over on his back and began snoring.
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Old age
Aug 5, 2007 14:52:47 GMT -5
Post by .:: Reeker on Aug 5, 2007 14:52:47 GMT -5
Reeker was out patroling the lands. He was the king of the earths now, and needed to make sure all was well in his lands. The huge russet badice was cantering alon when a smell went inot his nars. um.....what could this be? he thought to himself as he went to investigate. He slowd to a trot and put his skull down. He was licking his lips and breathing hard, for his earlyer run made him somewhat tired.
As the scent got stronger, he saw it. A small pony. um....he seems to be no trouble here, but im still going to apprach him. Reeke thought. He came up to sleeping pony. "Hello there, wake up! Do you hear me? he neighed to the little brute.
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Post by Critter on Aug 6, 2007 0:22:21 GMT -5
Old Generral opened one and sighed crankily. "Durn kids and their crazy schemes. Goin around wakin old folks. Just what do you think you're getting at here? Do you realize I've seen more things in my life your generation will probably never even hear about? And here's poor old me out for an enjoyable stroll in my own home land and I'm nudged awake by a durn colt. He huffed started to waddle away a bit. He stopped and ate for a while. He than turned around and saw the other male. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" He seemd to have forgotten where he was.
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Post by .:: Reeker on Aug 6, 2007 8:17:41 GMT -5
Reeker just stood there. His harks were twiching and his orbs looking at the little poney. "shesh...sorry to have bother ya old timer. I was ust wondering who ya were. Your in the Valley old one. In the lands of the earth equines, that I rule over. Reeker replied to him. Reekers whipcord was swishing around, keeping flys off of his rump and sides. He was s till just standing there watching the old poney eat now. um....there is something weird about the old timer, but he seems harmless. He could be a nice friend too... Reeker thought to himself. "Oh and I am Reeker. What is your name old one? Reeker asked him.
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Old age
Aug 6, 2007 14:58:05 GMT -5
Post by Critter on Aug 6, 2007 14:58:05 GMT -5
"Old? Who are you calling old?" He huffed and walked up within inches of Reeker. He paused. "Oh.....I'm old aren't I?" He waddled away before answering "I'm Old General." He snorted and fell over like a sack of potatoes. The ground vibrated and he stretched out happily in the grass.
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