by 99Problems. » Mon Apr 04, 2011 6:06 am
Adele kicked it with her hoof but no such luck. She looked up to Apollo. "If I can make it over the fence, there seems to be a similar lock like the ones on the stall doors..." She snorted and looked at the height of the fence. It'll be hard to jump, but not impossible. After all, she was a warmblood and their specialty is jumping.
┏-------------------------------┓Oh baby, you can find me in the back of
a Ford truck tailgate.
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these
pretty things, gettin' down in that
Georgia clay.
And I'll find peace at the
bottom of a real tall
cold drink, chillin' to some
Skynyrd or some
old Hank.
Lets get this thing started,
it's my kind of party.
┗-------------------------------┛