Playground
Parents do not fear; your children are safe in the Playground. A benevolent fairy watches over young colts and fillies who come to frolic here. The trees are ancient things, and widely spaced (excellent for tag) and there are several low logs to leap over and many ponds and thickets full of wonder for the little ones. Come play and form friendships that will last a lifetime.
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IP: 184.35.11.168
Posted on May 30, 2011 at 09:26:03 AM by Mandorla
"I solemnly Swear that I am Up to No good..."
Mandorla opened one eye just enough to watch Daintre through her lashes. She tried very hard not to giggle. Instead, she focused on laying perfectly still. Hearing the concern in her friend's voice, Mandorla nearly got back up, but there was no need for it.
"Gotcha!"
She giggled as she got up to join Daintre once more. The two-toned filly pranced proudly around her friend. Arching her neck, and laughing happily, Mandorla remembered that Daintre had asked her something. She halted, tilting her head slightly to one side, trying to remember what Satins had said.
"His name was....Blind Bandit. Yes, that's it! My grandpa was Blind Bandit."
She smiled as she remembered the stories her mother had told her of Bandit and Love, Mandorla's grandmother. Just like Mandorla, Satins had enjoyed a happy childhood. The two toned filly just hoped that when she had her own foals, they would have a childhood that was just as happy.
"Mischief Managed!"
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