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  A chorus of giggles and excited shouts filled the open air. Among the sagebrush and cacti, two colts raced along side each other. They'd run so far out from the herd before turning and running back, though sometimes their mothers had to give them some encouragement to come back. Most of the time they would listen, but sometimes Fletcher was forced to snake them back, giving them both a nip on the butt for their behaviour.

   For Iris having such an excitable and energetic colt as her first foal was quite trying. Quincy was a busy boy, highly inquisitive and always poking his nose into things before checking first. He'd already learned the hard way not to touch cactus, having had to have needles pulled out of this soft little nose. He had tried to keep a tough face as Camilla removed the needles, but it was a bit too much for the youngster and he cried and whimpered the whole time. Poor Iris was near-panicked by the whole situation and had to be calmed down by Tansy as Camilla worked.

   Freya was more experienced with foals and Myron was an easy boy. He did have a tendency to follow in his brother's hoofsteps, leading to him getting into the same trouble. Myron whimpered but stood still as his mother gently removed the needles, soothing his muzzle with licks afterwards. She sighed at her son as she watched him once again take off after his brother.

   As the colts ran along the trail the herd was currently following through the drylands, the pair playfully nipped at each other. Just as they stopped to wrestle properly, a squawked call and a flash of movement startled them. They looked down to see some sort of creature was quickly waddling away from them. It almost looked tortoise like as it seemed to have a shell, but it was nothing like they'd ever seen before.

   Curious as ever, Quincy dipped his head as he followed the slow creature. He sniffed it and poked it with his nose. The creature jerked, squawking again, and suddenly rolled itself up into a ball. The colt jumped a bit, then looked to his brother, “What do ya think it is?”

   “I dunno” Myron moved forward, sniffing at the critter and giving it a strong nudge with his nose. The balled up animal rolled a few inches, surprising the colts. They looked at each other, then back at the creature, then once again to each other.

   A grin suddenly spread across Quincy's face as he got an idea. He gave the ball a light kick with his front leg, watching it roll a few feet before stopping. The pale colt looked at his darker brother with mischief shining in his eyes, “Wanna play a game?”

   Myron looked between his brother and the 'ball', not sure what he was thinking but nodding along eagerly, “Sure!”

   Thus began a game of kick ball, the colts dashing about the brush as they chased the rolling animal around and kept knocking it around to keep it going. The poor armadillo stayed curled up for protection as it was 'played' with. Some of the herd members watched with amusement and curiosity as the colts seemed to be chasing something around, while others simply ignored it as they sought out something to graze on in the parched area.

   Munira was curious of what the colts had found to play with, so when they stopped near a bush as they tried to free their 'ball' from it, she came up to see what they had. It only took her a second to realize what it was and she immediately pushed the foals away from the poor creature. She scolded them and explained how mean it was to play like that with another animal and that it wasn't a toy. Hearing the commotion, the colts' mothers as well as the lead horses came over to investigate.

   Both mothers scolded their foals for their actions, Camilla and Munira coaxed the armadillo to uncurl and they apologized to it. The colts were then made to apologize as well. The creature hissed at them and angrily toddled off. Just as it disappeared into the brush, the sound of laughter drew everyone's attention to Fletcher and Ziva. The pair had been trying hard not to laugh the whole time, but had finally broken down into chuckles and giggles. They were nearly in tears as they continued to snicker, even as Camilla and Munira started to chew them both out for not taking it seriously and setting a bad example for the foals.

Stallion: Fletcher (#82-2)
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In response to: The colts find an armadillo to play with (E-Armadillo)

Art features(2): Quincy , Myron
Story features(8): Tansy , Camilla , Iris , Munira , Freya , Ziva , Quincy , Myron
Word Count: 771

Aging: Quincy + Myron 1/3

Items Used: Peanutwood
Companion Animals:
Caring – Vader the Western Fence Lizard
Helping – Josie the Marten

Rolls: Normal

Other notes:
PPJ: Chloe, Nakia, Keira, Letisha, Seliana, Camilla, Bellatrix, Ameera, Gretchen, Topaz, Gypsy

Artist Notes:
A quickie piece as I try to get Fletcher's story back on track. Also, I'll be rehoming Ameera, Dione and Gretchen soon. Nakia is in the process of being traded.

Art (c) DaSassy

Description

  A chorus of giggles and excited shouts filled the open air. Among the sagebrush and cacti, two colts raced along side each other. They'd run so far out from the herd before turning and running back, though sometimes their mothers had to give them some encouragement to come back. Most of the time they would listen, but sometimes Fletcher was forced to snake them back, giving them both a nip on the butt for their behaviour.

   For Iris having such an excitable and energetic colt as her first foal was quite trying. Quincy was a busy boy, highly inquisitive and always poking his nose into things before checking first. He'd already learned the hard way not to touch cactus, having had to have needles pulled out of this soft little nose. He had tried to keep a tough face as Camilla removed the needles, but it was a bit too much for the youngster and he cried and whimpered the whole time. Poor Iris was near-panicked by the whole situation and had to be calmed down by Tansy as Camilla worked.

   Freya was more experienced with foals and Myron was an easy boy. He did have a tendency to follow in his brother's hoofsteps, leading to him getting into the same trouble. Myron whimpered but stood still as his mother gently removed the needles, soothing his muzzle with licks afterwards. She sighed at her son as she watched him once again take off after his brother.

   As the colts ran along the trail the herd was currently following through the drylands, the pair playfully nipped at each other. Just as they stopped to wrestle properly, a squawked call and a flash of movement startled them. They looked down to see some sort of creature was quickly waddling away from them. It almost looked tortoise like as it seemed to have a shell, but it was nothing like they'd ever seen before.

   Curious as ever, Quincy dipped his head as he followed the slow creature. He sniffed it and poked it with his nose. The creature jerked, squawking again, and suddenly rolled itself up into a ball. The colt jumped a bit, then looked to his brother, “What do ya think it is?”

   “I dunno” Myron moved forward, sniffing at the critter and giving it a strong nudge with his nose. The balled up animal rolled a few inches, surprising the colts. They looked at each other, then back at the creature, then once again to each other.

   A grin suddenly spread across Quincy's face as he got an idea. He gave the ball a light kick with his front leg, watching it roll a few feet before stopping. The pale colt looked at his darker brother with mischief shining in his eyes, “Wanna play a game?”

   Myron looked between his brother and the 'ball', not sure what he was thinking but nodding along eagerly, “Sure!”

   Thus began a game of kick ball, the colts dashing about the brush as they chased the rolling animal around and kept knocking it around to keep it going. The poor armadillo stayed curled up for protection as it was 'played' with. Some of the herd members watched with amusement and curiosity as the colts seemed to be chasing something around, while others simply ignored it as they sought out something to graze on in the parched area.

   Munira was curious of what the colts had found to play with, so when they stopped near a bush as they tried to free their 'ball' from it, she came up to see what they had. It only took her a second to realize what it was and she immediately pushed the foals away from the poor creature. She scolded them and explained how mean it was to play like that with another animal and that it wasn't a toy. Hearing the commotion, the colts' mothers as well as the lead horses came over to investigate.

   Both mothers scolded their foals for their actions, Camilla and Munira coaxed the armadillo to uncurl and they apologized to it. The colts were then made to apologize as well. The creature hissed at them and angrily toddled off. Just as it disappeared into the brush, the sound of laughter drew everyone's attention to Fletcher and Ziva. The pair had been trying hard not to laugh the whole time, but had finally broken down into chuckles and giggles. They were nearly in tears as they continued to snicker, even as Camilla and Munira started to chew them both out for not taking it seriously and setting a bad example for the foals.

Stallion: Fletcher (#82-2)
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In response to: The colts find an armadillo to play with (E-Armadillo)

Art features(2): Quincy , Myron
Story features(8): Tansy , Camilla , Iris , Munira , Freya , Ziva , Quincy , Myron
Word Count: 771

Aging: Quincy + Myron 1/3

Items Used: Peanutwood
Companion Animals:
Caring – Vader the Western Fence Lizard
Helping – Josie the Marten

Rolls: Normal

Other notes:
PPJ: Chloe, Nakia, Keira, Letisha, Seliana, Camilla, Bellatrix, Ameera, Gretchen, Topaz, Gypsy

Artist Notes:
A quickie piece as I try to get Fletcher's story back on track. Also, I'll be rehoming Ameera, Dione and Gretchen soon. Nakia is in the process of being traded.

Art (c) DaSassy