Post by j a i on Mar 28, 2009 13:33:52 GMT -5
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Sean walked to Legacy's stall. The big stallion was quiet, and it scared Sean a little, considering how he'd been acting the night before. He reached his stall, halter slung over his shoulder. Legacy was happily munching on the hay that Sean had given him early this morning, or late last night, whatever you want to call it. He had refused to touch it at first, but now his bucket was almost empty. Legacy turned when he saw Sean and his ears pricked excitedly. He whinnied to his owner and friend, dancing towards him. Sean grinned and patted Legacy's sleek golden neck, then led him out of his stall. He put him in the crossties and began grooming him. Geez Leg Sean said, coughing as a large cloud of dust rose from Legacy's hindquarters You really need this grooming. Legacy bobbed his head up and down, making the buckles on his halter jingle. Sean laughed at him, enjoying the time he spent with his beloved stallion. But he did wish he had some human company for a change.[/size]