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Welcome to Crowntail Racers Adoption Agency! Here, you may browse our lovely selection of the infamous Crowntail, a rare and treasured equine species native to the coasts of Thailand. Lucky for you, our agency specializes in obtaining and breeding these beauties a little bit closer to home. These beasts range from 10 to 14 hands (3 - 4 ft), and average anywhere from 500 to 900 pounds. Despite their tranquil appearance, they are known as ferocious fighters with harshly controlled dictatorship style packs. However, they can be easily tamed in captivity, and may even be ridden by their trainers.

Show Name: Storm's Rolling In
Barn Name: Storm/Stormy
Height: 12.1 hh
Coat Color: Grey Paint
Gender: Gelding
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Username:
.....Fluffy:3
Show Name:
.....Storm's Rolling In
Barn Name:
.....Storm/Stormy
Gender:
.....Gelding
Story:
.....When at the barn visiting and exercising my Crowntails, I stopped by Storm's stall on the way back to my car. I figured that he had seen me feed my new mare, Finn, a treat after grooming her down. The gelding's lip quivered and his eyes widened when I passed his stall. His ears thrust forward, he followed me as I walked by. I smiled and went over to his stall door.

....."What? You want an apple, too?" I said. Storm nickered at me, clearly putting on a good show of how "hungry" he was.

.....I took off my backpack and dug around in one of the compartments for another apple. I felt one on under my helmet and pulled it out, showing it to Storm. He eagerly stretched his neck out through the space in the stall door and reached out to touch the apple with his top lip. I laughed and straightened up before stepping closer to the door.

.....Storm took the ripe McIntosh apple right from my hand and bit it in half. He chewed it for a moment, then snorted, shook his head quickly, and spit out the apple half. I laughed again when I figured he'd never tasted anything that sour before.

.....He took a second to think about the apple some more, then swooped down on the remaining half of the apple and ate it. After he realized that there wasn't any more, Storm licked his lips, still twitching because of the sourness, and looked at me as if to ask for another one.

....."That's it for now. Have you ever had an apple that sour, Storm?" I giggled. The gelding simply stared at me, still licking his lips. I said goodbye to him and happily left the barn.

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T h e r e ' s...a...s t o r m...r o l l i n g...i n . . .

Username:
.....Fluffy:3
Show Name:
.....Storm's Rolling In
Barn Name:
.....Storm/Stormy
Gender:
.....Gelding
Story:
.....When at the barn visiting and exercising my Crowntails, I stopped by Storm's stall on the way back to my car. I figured that he had seen me feed my new mare, Finn, a treat after grooming her down. The gelding's lip quivered and his eyes widened when I passed his stall. His ears thrust forward, he followed me as I walked by. I smiled and went over to his stall door.

....."What? You want an apple, too?" I said. Storm nickered at me, clearly putting on a good show of how "hungry" he was.

.....I took off my backpack and dug around in one of the compartments for another apple. I felt one on under my helmet and pulled it out, showing it to Storm. He eagerly stretched his neck out through the space in the stall door and reached out to touch the apple with his top lip. I laughed and straightened up before stepping closer to the door.

.....Storm took the ripe McIntosh apple right from my hand and bit it in half. He chewed it for a moment, then snorted, shook his head quickly, and spit out the apple half. I laughed again when I figured he'd never tasted anything that sour before.

.....He took a second to think about the apple some more, then swooped down on the remaining half of the apple and ate it. After he realized that there wasn't any more, Storm licked his lips, still twitching because of the sourness, and looked at me as if to ask for another one.

....."That's it for now. Have you ever had an apple that sour, Storm?" I giggled. The gelding simply stared at me, still licking his lips. I said goodbye to him and happily left the barn.

.....(Word Count: 295)

Congrats! This story is super cute and I love what you did to the form. <3 Sorry you didn't have any competition, but it was great to read. :)