Post by pookanowsky on Jan 6, 2008 22:52:24 GMT -5
His small build slowly approached the pool of water and his tired gentle eyes look for a friendly face. The site was beautiful and undisturbed. His hooves stopped right at the edge of the pool, and a sigh was released. He attempted to look through his long mane and he stood waiting maybe someone would see him or maybe not? He lowered his muzzle to the soft blades of green grass and his teeth pulled at it taking a little bit. He chomped on it and then kept a look out for any other equines.