[sprig]

Foal Two
Username: Vinson
Name: My Favorite Place, The Warm Embrace // Benoni
Gender: Stallion
Coat Color: Chocolate Palomino Pintaloosa (Blanket + Sabino) with Brindle and Bird Catcher Spots.
Eye Color: Sky Blue
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[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: Bohemian Rhapsody // Freddie
Gender: Stallion
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[Zira.]

Username: .:Zira:.
Name: Merc With A Mouth // Deadpool
Gender: Stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister: (he is the clingy one of the two, being slightly younger)
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Halter Color: red with black

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"The thought of a brighter tomorrow and a new
beginning with those you love the most....."
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Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ; SᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɴAᴍᴇᴛʜʏsᴛ
Nᴀᴍᴇ; Sᴀᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; "ғʀɪsᴋ".
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Sᴛᴀʟʟɪᴏɴ
Hᴀʟᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ; Wʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴀsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ sᴛʀᴀᴘ. ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ.

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Sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Aɴxɪᴇᴛʏ:

Frisk is the kind of horse who is calm under pressure, goes with the flow, and very easy-going. The day he was separated from his sister was not one of those days.

At first it was just impending rumors and, being one to never believe rumors, Frisk just brushed it off and continued to live every day like there was no tomorrow. After all, the grass was green, the sky was blue, and he and his sister were as close as ever. How was he to ever know?

The day of the separation was quick and precise. In one fell swoop they retrieved both foals from their adopted dam, and quickly separated them into two separate stalls. Frisk found himself suddenly alone, in the dark, without both the mare that he had begun to call "mom" and his sister. His first reaction was panic; he began to neigh and scream for help... but nobody came.

All night long his little hooves pounded at the stall, hearing his sibling just down at the other end of the long stable. He tried to find a way to escape, but he was too small to reach the bolt over the stall door, and the wooden boards were too strong to be broken by his six-month old legs. Regardless he continued to try, until eventually he just passed out from exhaustion. The next morning the stable hands found him with gashes all over his legs and belly, and blood covering part of the stall. They ended up moving him to another stall in a completely different building, a birthing stall with the inner area covered in a soft rubber. The vet came and bandaged him up the day after, and because of his injuries, he was unable to be sold to his new home. The new owners then opted to pass him up, and moved on to purchase another foal that the farm was selling. He never heard or saw his sister after that, though he continued to fight for nearly a week after she'd already been taken to her new home.

After that first week he grew depressed, and began to stop eating. Even when he was turned out to pasture, he didn't graze and wanted nothing to do with any of the other horses. Nothing the owners did could make him eat or be more like his old, happy self. So his price began to lower drastically, and they were left with no choice but to force feed him when they could, and even then it didn't work that well. Eventually they discovered that he lost his voice during this time, his vocal chords mostly atrophying with the disuse. He can still make small nickers and snorts, but he's unable to neigh, squeal, or any very loud vocalization.

It was close to a month later when a drifter came by, looking to find a companion. Frisk was the only horse available for sale at time, as it was between breeding seasons. The ranch owners explained his story, and the man simply nodded, looking out at the lone dark shape in the pasture. "I'll take him." We're the only words the drifter ever spoke.

Frisk reacts to separation by panic, fear, and stress. He fights with every inch of his little being, and will do literally anything to be back with them, even if it involves hurting himself on the process. Frisk is like this with anyone he is close to, but the effect was quadrupled because it was his sister.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Frisk is both a simple and a very complex creature. While his base personality is very easy to understand, sometimes his actions are much more complex and maybe slightly difficult to understand.

At his base, Frisk is a very loving and social horse, very unhappy if he's alone or without his riders. He's very loyal and honest, and will not stop at anything to stay by your side. He loves to be a peacemaker, and with a sharp mind he has an amazing knack for puzzles and any problem that needs solving. But as for being a peacemaker, he sometimes takes "peace" a little bit too far: he will not fight at all. He'd rather take a beating than lash out and hurt somebody else. He's a complete pacifist, and wants nothing more than to help people and make people smile.

Despite being pacifistic, Frisk is a very determined stallion. Once that razor-sharp mind focuses in on something, there is nothing you can do to change his mind until he completes whatever he set out to complete. He's very strong-willed mentally with a seemingly endless patience for nearly anything, be it a want, a puzzle, a problem, a game, or a goal. Somehow, some way, eventually, he will get it.

Frisk is also a creature of habit; he does not like change. The tiniest change can affect his mood, his outlook, or even his health, if it's severe enough. To be honest, he's completely terrified of change. He's easily spooked by it, so it's best if you can gradually ease him into it. But his riders have learned to work with him, and are trying their best to quell that phobia for good.

It is also a good idea to ride this stallion with a strong but gentle hand, and be prepared for anything. He seems to be easily spooked by shadows or dark areas, and has been known on multiple accounts to bolt. He's also abnormally curious, and even though he's focused in on one thing, if something more interesting comes along, he might just take you for a ride. Luckily that's rarer, because of the way his mind works, but sometimes something just grabs his attention and he just can't let it go until he investigates. He adores learning new things, and is always seeking new knowledge and new information. One of his latest ventures was a series of complex hand signals for various commands with his main rider.

[stingray]

Dropping out, good luck everyone!
Major ressss!!!
Username:
Stingray
Name:
A Crooked Kind of Perfect//Chance
Gender:
Stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister:
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Halter Color:
A blue and black rope halter?

[Spottedleaf.]

Username:
Spottedleaf.
Name:
Rhythm and Muse//Boo (Or as Glory and a few other tolters sometimes calls him Little Diddle)
Gender:
Stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister: (From Glory's point of view) (Word Count: 1045)
"All day I have been hearing about a new foal coming to stormy hollow stables. Like always I want to give him a big warm greeting, make him feel at home and help him make new friends." I look at Melody with a smile. She replies back " I've heard that he is quite shy and a little uncertain since he was so close to his sister." I Nod my head slowly thinking " Yes, I have heard that too. But I am going to try my hardest because I want him to be as happy as he can be at his new home and he might even be able to visit his sister every once in awhile." Melody looks up as she hears a very large and upset voice, in the distance I hear " Hey, get back here, that's MY brush!!" I recognize the voice as Carter's. There goes Gator and Carter again. "Aw, come on let's have some fun before that dressage competition of yours!" Replies Gator laughing. "We can play some later, right now I have to get ready..." Carter pauses, then says "As long as you promise not to get my coat dirty" I shake my head and huff "Would you like to go see what's going on this time Melody?" I look sideways at her, while noticing a small white truck with a small trailer attached to it. "That's probably the little one coming right now. I'm going to go see him." I smile and look back, winking at Melody as she started to trot away.
--A few minutes Later--
As I got to the trailer I noticed that that there was a commotion and many of the handlers where trying to calmly, get the little foal out of the trailer. Aww, I thought. The poor thing is petrified! I look in to see him standing frozen and shaking, refusing to move. He was whimpering softly, it sounded like " Where is my sister?". I stick my head in the trailer and nicker softly "Hey, little diddle." I remembered that August use to always call Carter(August and Carter are brothers and they are also Glory's foals) that because he was his little brother and he use to love it until he got older, but you can still occasionally hear August call him that. The little foal suddenly stopped shaking and relaxed and looked around to find who said that. His eyes stopped wondering when he found me and smiled shyly. In such a soft voice that I could barely hear, he said " That's what my sister calls me." I look at him in surprise. Wow, maybe it really is a foal thing to call your little brother that, I was wondering how they came up with that. Then I smile a warm smile. And say softly, " That's what my little foals(Sometimes Glory still sees Carter and August as her two little boys) use to call each other all the time." He smiles again and takes a small step forward. "I loved it when my sister called me that." I start to slowly walk to him."I bet you did. And I think there will be many friendly tolters here that will love to call you that if you want them to." By the time I finished this sentence I am next to him and he is rubbing his face into my shoulder crying softly. "It's okay, Little Diddle. Why are you crying?" I ask softly. "I miss my sister." He hiccups as he starts to say the next part " S-She was my only family". "It's okay, Little Diddle, family doesn't always have to be by blood. All the tolters at Stormy Hollow Stables are my family." I say while nuzzling his short mane. "Besides, your sister is not gone, you still might be able to visit her every once in awhile. I'm sure one of the stable hands would love taking you to your sister so that you can spend time with her and play with her." He looks up at my with big, sparkling eyes and says, " T-They would do that for us?" I hug him tightly against my side with my head and say " Yes, I am sure that they will do that. He slowly stops crying and smiles. "I think this will be a good home for me" I laugh softly, "Yes, I think it will be the perfect home for you Little Diddle." The little foal looks up at me and laughs, then says "My actual name is Boo, if you want to call me that." I am still laughing a little when I say "Well Welcome to Stormy Hollow Stables, Boo. My name is Glory." He blushes slightly and says with a big grin "Hi, Glory."
--1 hour later after Glory sat with him and let him calm down--
"See, that wasn't so bad Boo." I sigh in relief as I finally get him to walk a little way from the trailer, nice and calm. I smile as I hear the radio get turned up in the barn and hear Austin singing as loud as he can : " Hey, once upon a younger year
When all our shadows disappeared..." He stops and I look at the barn. Coming to the barn is Kal, strutting his stuff. Once he got there Austin comes out and they are both dancing in front of the barn to The Nights by: Avicii. Boo stops walking and looks up, giggling while watching Austin and Kal dancing and singing. " Look at them dancing and singing! How does he dance so well?" He continues to giggle while he watches them and I notice that his legs are unnoticeably moving in beat with the music. I smile and say, " The one that has the good dance moves is Kal, you look like you love watching him dance to that music." Boo looks up, blushing." I.. I like listening to music and dancing, my sister you to help me go to sleep at night when I was having trouble sleeping with songs she had heard." I nuzzle him softly and say " Well, I bet your sister is an amazing filly, I would like to meet her one day when you get to see her."

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Boo can be quite shy. But once he really gets to know you more of his personality shows through and you see the true Boo, not the quiet and shy Boo. When he is around lots of humans/tolters that he doesn't know he will go strangely quiet and is always trying to find excuses to not have to talk and be there as long. But the second he is with familiar people he can talk quite a bit, it can range from making not so funny jokes (that he thinks is hilarious) or bragging about something. He is kind of like Brue and she's not that much younger than him as well. He can be full of curiosity at the stables, but when it comes to an open fair ground with new people and tolters his shyness wins over his curiosity and he because the quite and shy Boo that only people that don't know him very well as. At the stables Boo can be quite the robust little foal and loves exploring. He loves to get up on his hind legs when he is in his stall to look out of his stall at things going on. Boo also loves play with Hoshi and Kex and they loves chasing after him. Boo loves the way Hoshi is always moving and chasing after things and often tries to do what Hoshi does, which can often get him in trouble by Glory. Boo also loves been taught how to dance by Kal and he loves the flow of the moves and music that comes with dancing. At times Boo can be quite the handful, but that's Boo, and everyone loves the side of Boo that is bright, open and curious, not the quite, shy Boo. Boo's first day at SHS is definitely a memory that will never fade, and he learned that there will always be people there for you, and there will always be family. He defiantly went face to face with all his fears when he was separated from his sister, but the worst came to best when he learned, through his tears, that there is always someone there for you no matter where you are and Glory helped him see the bright side of things. Hince, Boo''s most favorite song is The Nights by: Avicii. It describes who he is and what happened to him so well, and it was also the first song he heard on that fateful day he came to SHS when Kal was dancing to the music while Austin was singing to it, they were having such an amazing time and he loves to dance (and try to) sing with both of them.

Halter Color:
A light blue, with white and brown swirls that intertwine on it and a few white and brown dots with that hardware being a gold color please. c:

(p.s. I think his future mate will be Brue <3 There personalities would go great together. And Glory will be his foster mom, which her refers to as just his mom because she is true family to him)
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[buckskin.]

Username: MiloThePitBull
Name: We're Alright Though//Bailey
Gender: stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister:
My body trembled as the float arrived, it was huge and it was scary. My legs refused to let me move on my own and it was like my side was glued to my sister. The man that had raised us came towards us, good, he made me feel safe and I knew that i would never have to be far from my sister as long as he was around. I was starting to calm as another man entered the small field, clipping a rope onto my sisters halter. WHAT? I whinnied nervously as my human father pulled me back and locked me in my stall.
I was distressed, calling, constantly calling for my sister, my only friend. My anxiety level raised as the night started rolling in, i had always slept next to the safety of my sister and this was a first for me.
I spent that night prancing and whinnying from the stall, she was nowhere to be seen. My heart sunk every time I didn't here her call back, I hoped she was missing me as much as I missed her. I found myself waking to the morning sun, I had passed out due to pure exhaustion, as I stood, i felt the lonely air around me. I was sad and lonely, I didn't want to come out of my stall. I didn't want to eat my food or drink my water, I was forever lonely.
I grew sour in a matter of days, I didn't like to trust the other horses and I was sure that they didn't like me. I stood by myself under the gum tree in the furthest corner of the paddock, I turned sly and cunning like a tiger, a predator in other words. I turned aggressive, I turned pure evil. Eventually I grew out of this stage and realized that it wasn't so bad, maybe I didn't need my sister and maybe it would be easier to make new friends without worrying if my sister liked them too.
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Bailey always says things he doesn't mean and is willing to own up to this as long as he is forgiven from the one he hurt. This boy never knows what's worth fighting for but won't give up until he finds the answer. Bailey is very adventurous and will go anywhere and everywhere he can get to without hurting himself badly, he is a soldier-on type of horse and is very strong-willed which may be hard for his rider to control. Bailey is a very brave, almost foolish horse who never listens to the set rules, whether it's getting out of his stall or getting into a fight with an older stallion, he doesn't really care as long as it was fun while it lasted. If Bailey was a human he would be Mr.Popular who only hangs out with the cool kids, he wouldn't be caught dead with someone of a lower rank than he and his friends! Bailey is a very quick learner (bit acts stupid) but can become cocky if he feels that he is better than anybody else, which happens often. He is destine to be a great performance horse as he has shown interest in it even at his young age, Bailey is a very active young stallion and will run until his heart's content. Despite this he is a very kind horse who will do anything to save another foal or horse, he goes by the motto "If you want something you've never had, then you've gotta do something you've never done".
He shows his emotions through body language, you will know when he is angry or when he is sad due to the way he walks, he passes you in the paddock or how much food he eats. Bailey is an all-round goof ball and tends to either make you laugh or annoyed, depending on what it is but he is bound to annoy you at some point. He makes friends easily but his crazy attitude proves who can put up with him and who cannot. Bailey is an easy horse to get along with but can prove a challenge in the long run, he can be a bit quick to judge and a bit quick to speak before thinking about what it was.
Halter Color:Tiger stripes

[kiffell]

Username: tigerclaw5197
Name: Ill Stay Young Forever//PeterPan
Gender: stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister:
My legs trembled. My body shook. I had to be with my sister. I didn't want to leave her after mom and dad both left us stranded. I tried to run to her, but the lead kept pulling me back. The human wouldn't let go! I saw my sister being lead to another stall in another stable. I whined with fear. I yipped and bucked a few times but the human had me good. I was brought to a stable. Being locked into a smaller stall with a blanket on my back. I laid down and tried to sleep. But i couldn't. I stood up yipping and whining a few times before someone came a hit me real hard to shut me up. I nipped them a few time and went to the corner. Then i finally drifted into sleep.
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Peter is a fearful horse. Never wants to leave his sister ever. He can be a bit mean is he doesn't get what he wants. But when his sister is around, he will be very shy to others and scared. He sometimes wants nothing to so with other horses, even his sister! But otherwise he can be pretty nice if you just get to know him!
Halter Color: green

[Masterplan]

Username: 1tracy
Name: Mad Sounds / Sounds
Gender: Stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister: Sounds was very nervous about being separated from his sister at first, and become quite fearful of being left alone without anybody.
Expand on his personality: Sounds is quite a nervous horse overall and fears being alone for long periods of time. He does best with other horses, and will become very attached to people who are with him regularly. He is also quite vocal, and has been since he was separated from his sister. He often calls out when alone, mostly to reassure himself.
Halter Color: Sky blue with white zigzags

[Vinson]

You've seemed to replace
your brain with your heart
You take things so hard
and then you fall apart
You try to explain
but before you can start
Those cry baby tears
come out of the dark

Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see them
Your heart's too big for your body
It's where your feelings hide
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see

Username: Vinson
Name: My Favorite Place, The Warm Embrace // Benoni
Gender: colt
His reaction to being separated from his sister: A choked cry made its way from his mouth, his legs shook violently as he frantically looked around for his sister. Where? he wanted to cry, his throat tightening as he backed into the corner of this new and unfamiliar stall, nearly tripping over his blue blanket. The shaky spasms travelled from his legs to his body, and his chest quivered and then heaved as he hyperventilated and let out another cry, this one shrill with fear - his eyes opened wide, and he kicked out at the wall when his hindquarters touched it lightly. Slinking down, trying to make himself small, he felt a presence over him. He looked up and cried out once more, scrambling to the opposite corner and diving, head first, into the bedding.
It was another horse. A strange one. A light one, with big green eyes and hay hanging out of its mouth. He mewled, quivering once more, and slipped into a sitting position, still staring at this new horse.
"Sissy!" he managed to get out, nearly choking on his words as his chest shook, his legs practically vibrating. His vision blurred as he let out a choked sob, throat tightening once more, lump forming in it as his lower lip quivered.
It was dark out. Maybe this is all a dream, he thought, trying to still his body. If I close my eyes...
When he woke in the morning, it was to the unfamiliar sound of the native birds in the forests. Slowly he opened his eyes, but he saw no sissy. He turned, faced the corner, and bumped his head on the wall, letting out a pitiful little mewl of sorrow. She was gone. He would never see her again.

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Benoni...is, ahh, a, piece of work? He leaves a lot to be desired, this little colt, and he has more than a few vices. Virtues? Ha...none.

He's pathetic, he is, the cute little thing, looking up at you with those sorrowful eyes, scraping the ground with a hoof, and he's mastered the art of mewling in a pitiful manner. He'll beg for anything and everything, groveling at your feet, making tiny little sounds, touching and feeling and groaning and being the most pathetic little thing there is. It's horrible, really, the way he'll throw himself to the ground and mewl and quiver that bottom lip for the tiniest things - he'll want to be let out of the pasture and the pathetic thing will drop to the ground and beg. While a bit over dramatic, it's understandable. However, he'll want you to pet him and he'll do the same exact thing, begging like his life depends on it. This behavior is also very pitiful, with the way you can see the sadness in his eyes when you exasperatedly move away, and he'll make a tiny little noise in his throat and you'll walk back with a scowl on your face, but then feel horrible for him as he grovels at your feet, pressing his head into the ground and nickering, almost like he's yearning for forgiveness. But then you'll realize all he wants is a bite of your sandwich and just feel scandalized.

Adding on to his pitiful pathetic nature, he's the whiniest thing you'll ever know. Extremely vocal, he is, nickering to himself in the pasture, mewling when he wants anything, making shrill noises when any tolter touches him. We don't know what exactly these noises mean, but he's always making noises. Always. He makes noise in his sleep. He makes noise when he's awake. He makes noise everywhere. Anywhere. For any reason. You'll never know how nice quiet, serene silence is until you're forced to be with Benoni for a while, and then you will treasure the wonderful sound of nothing. Benoni, however, seems to hate silence, and there is always some form of a nicker or a pathetic sound or some high pitched scream of feigned terror the little thing is making. Sound is his best friend, maybe his only friend, and it is constantly around him. Is he talking to himself? His sister? Someone else? Or just making noises to annoy everyone and everything around him? We'll never know.

Along with being a whiny brat, Benoni is an annoying whiny brat. He'll annoy even the most annoying tolters, following them around like a lost, beaten puppy, whining to them when he's hungry and thirsty and nuhhhh, everything hurts! They'll try to drive him away, but he'll grovel and whimper and sprawl in the dirt, and they'll scowl at him - but then his lip will quiver and you can see his eyes begin to widen, and they'll turn away, for no one can resist Benoni's famed puppy dog eyes. Not even Oasis. And he's an annoying, soulless prick himself, so that's saying something. And because no one can resist his puppy dog eyes, he can manage to get pretty much anything he wants, when he wants. New bedding? But Benoni, you just got some and no! Not the eyes! Fine, fine...and a banana, while I'm at it, too. Sure. Just stop. Stop, please, you little brat.

Clingy. Ohhhhhhhh boy, is Benoni clingy. We think this was because he was the youngest of two foals, his sister being older and more mature. When they were abandoned, he most likely clung on to her for dear life, whining and being a pathetic lump. And then, when he was separated from her, he had no one to cling on. So now he clings onto everything. He won't let you throw away anything he's managed to break that he thinks was his, including but not limited to plastic water buckets, ropes, the pasture fence, more than a few brushes, a handful of soda pop cans, and, most famously, his last halter. It sits in a mangled heap on a shelf in his stall, made out of part of the pasture fence he gnawed on for days. No one really knows how he managed to destroy the small leather halter so violently, but he did. On his first day here. And he will hold onto it forever and ever and ever. But he isn't clingy just to objects - to people and tolters as well. Whenever children come and see him, they'll follow them around until they leave and then mope until he finds someone else to cling to. Every one of his handlers has left after a short while because they can't stand the way he follows them around and whines and throws himself to the ground in a pathetic, mewling heap of a Benoni.

But not only is Benoni all of this, he's a bit anxious as well - in the nervous sense. He can't stand to be left alone, and must have another living being in his sight at all times or he'll throw a hissy fit. He doesn't seem to have many friends because of his other traits, but he still follows anyone around, whether from fear or childishness or some other, deeper, reason is unknown. But Benoni will be Benoni, and this little colt probably has some small form of separation anxiety. He's afraid of being alone, he clings to everything, and whenever anyone in his life leaves, he's reduced to a pitiful little puddle of sorrow.

Cry baby. He's called that often by his handlers as they pick him up with a huff and carry him away as he slumps in their arms. He'll mope whenever he's put in his stall, because he can hardly see over the walls to see anyone, and he'll cry out often in his sleep, twisting and turning. And then when he wakes up, some mornings, his legs will be like jello and he'll wobble around like a newborn foal, falling and slipping and tripping over his hooves. And then he'll shriek, and whimper, and moan, and mewl, until someone finds him and sighs and picks him up and rubs his legs. And whenever he's scared, he'll scramble to the nearest corner, trembling and shaking, chest heaving as he cries out for someone, something, to save him. And his feelings are easily hurt - insult him and he'll cry for someone to come get him and carry him away as he flops like a limp noodle in their arms.

Overall, the evaluation of Benoni is quite like him - pathetic. He's not much, but he's something, and he deserves a chance in life like anyone else. He might whine and cling and cry and annoy and grovel at anyone's feet for anything, but he's Benoni, for goodness sake, and those puppy dog eyes will win anyone over. Whether they want to like him or not.

Halter Color: the color of the blanket

You're all on your own
and you lost all your friends
You told yourself
that it's not you, it's them
Your're one of a kind
and no one understands
But those cry baby tears
keep coming back again

Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see them
Your heart's too big for your body
It's where your feelings hide
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see