Post by Unbridled Freedom on Jan 11, 2007 23:38:08 GMT -5
A flaxen chestnut stag came cantering in.His cream locks and banner blew in the winter winds.He tossed his handsome dial and gazed around with his hazel eyes.He slowed to a trot and enterd the old corral.He gazed around looking at the old rotting wood and the rusty metal nails and hinges.He reared up,daggers thrashing athe the cloudy heavens above his dial.A long shirll whinny escaped his vocals,calling for any mares that desired to be part of his harem to come forth now.