[Eremite]

Here is my 'I sorry for being gone so long' mare! Please forgive me :3

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Gender: Mare
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Color: Palomino Roan Near Leopard
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[❤ƉяɛαмƆαтcнɛя❤]

Username: KissingMare2
Barn Name: Petal
Show Name: RosePetal
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Color: Palomino Roan Near Leopard
Short Story: Wip

[ImmyWimmy1]

Username: ImmyWimmy1
Barn Name: April
Show Name: Springtime Beauty
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Color: Palomino Roan Near Leopard
Short Story:

After I'd collected quite a herd of Shetland ponies, I grew curious to the origins of this breed. You see, I'm quite patriotic towards anything from the British Isles, even if the Shetland Isles belong to Scotland, not England. I wanted to know more about the Shetland pony. Where they lived. How they lived. What rough and rugged terrain produced these little power houses.

Naturally, I left for the Shetland Isles, my ferry leaving the East Coast of Scotland and arriving in the famous town of Lerwick. I was all hustling and bustling. The local fish market was on and I watched as all sorts of fish were sold. Gulls soared in the air effortlessly overhead, looking for any spare pickings. It was a magical place already, and I hadn't even seen the ponies yet!

The next day, after spending the night in a wonderful self-catered cottage, I joined a tour party of the island. It was amazing, the sights of the isles. They were bold. Dramatic. Constant. Harsh. No wonder these little ponies were so stocky! Our party passed many herd of ponies towards the end. Here in the British Isles, you're not allowed appaloosa Shetlands. Not sure why. There was every other colour here, though. Bays. Greys. Chestnuts. Piebalds. Skewbalds. Everything! It was a real honour to see how the Shetlands lived in their real habitat.

By the end of my holiday, I'd been tempted (by many posters and local people) to attend the local Shetland pony auction. You see, the island are only so big, so some of the ponies have to be sold to the mainland. I watched as every colour pony passed through. They all looked so noble, their heads carried high and their paces neat. Suddenly, the whole auction room went dead. I looked on as one of the handlers led out a palomino appaloosa filly. She was as noble as the others. More beautiful than most of the other mares. But her markings.. Nobody was bidding on her. I knew that she'd go for horse meat if someone didn't step in. So, I placed a bid on her. The other members of the congregation looked at me as if the cat had dragged me through a bush and back. No one tried to outbid me. I named the filly April and took her home with me.

To this day, I'll never regret saving April's life. She is very dear to me indeed.

[Eremite]

Username: ImmyWimmy1
Barn Name: April
Show Name: Springtime Beauty
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Color: Palomino Roan Near Leopard
Short Story:

After I'd collected quite a herd of Shetland ponies, I grew curious to the origins of this breed. You see, I'm quite patriotic towards anything from the British Isles, even if the Shetland Isles belong to Scotland, not England. I wanted to know more about the Shetland pony. Where they lived. How they lived. What rough and rugged terrain produced these little power houses.

Naturally, I left for the Shetland Isles, my ferry leaving the East Coast of Scotland and arriving in the famous town of Lerwick. I was all hustling and bustling. The local fish market was on and I watched as all sorts of fish were sold. Gulls soared in the air effortlessly overhead, looking for any spare pickings. It was a magical place already, and I hadn't even seen the ponies yet!

The next day, after spending the night in a wonderful self-catered cottage, I joined a tour party of the island. It was amazing, the sights of the isles. They were bold. Dramatic. Constant. Harsh. No wonder these little ponies were so stocky! Our party passed many herd of ponies towards the end. Here in the British Isles, you're not allowed appaloosa Shetlands. Not sure why. There was every other colour here, though. Bays. Greys. Chestnuts. Piebalds. Skewbalds. Everything! It was a real honour to see how the Shetlands lived in their real habitat.

By the end of my holiday, I'd been tempted (by many posters and local people) to attend the local Shetland pony auction. You see, the island are only so big, so some of the ponies have to be sold to the mainland. I watched as every colour pony passed through. They all looked so noble, their heads carried high and their paces neat. Suddenly, the whole auction room went dead. I looked on as one of the handlers led out a palomino appaloosa filly. She was as noble as the others. More beautiful than most of the other mares. But her markings.. Nobody was bidding on her. I knew that she'd go for horse meat if someone didn't step in. So, I placed a bid on her. The other members of the congregation looked at me as if the cat had dragged me through a bush and back. No one tried to outbid me. I named the filly April and took her home with me.

To this day, I'll never regret saving April's life. She is very dear to me indeed.

[ImmyWimmy1]

Thank you for letting me have April!!! ^^

[Eremite]

You're welcome