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.
Cause you're trouble and trouble's got a hold of me
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Posted on August 18, 2011 at 11:59:41 AM by Vixen Tatoo
The young colt wandered the playground, just staring at the others with bored eyes. He rolled the same eyes at a filly and colt awkwardly talking. Such a bore. His eyes swept the field, looking for someone to play with, or...whatever. Maybe talking would be better. More mature. But boring all the same. He crossed the thought out.
Everyone looked excited and happy, and a small stab of irritation poked at him. His mother was no where to be found, his father off in loony land. He assumed there was a fair amount of orphans in beqanna, in the playground, but he had no intention of meeting them. He needed no more sorrow and moping in his own life. But the happiness made him jealous all the same. And jealousy was irritating.
He was walking along, lost in his thoughts, staying in the shadows of the outskirts, and he nearly stumbled over a filly, appearing to be sleeping on the ground. This made his irritation boil over.
Hey! Why are you laying there? He asked, his voice sharp. He looked at her some more, and he softened. He felt horrible for yelling. Sorry, I just nearly tripped on you. He looked away, embarassed.
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