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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 8:54 pm
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Classic Crooner jumped again, feeling his wing muscles tighten and the satisfactory feeling of his hooves leaving the ground and not immediately coming back down. He tensed his legs, willing his body higher as his eyes bored into his prize: an apple hanging tantalizingly low on a tree laden with fruit.
A few inches higher....and he felt his wings splutter and cramp. He could practically hear his muscles making engine dying sounds as he wavered back and forth. Finally the buzzing paused, and for one brief moment, he hung in the silent air. Then with surprising speed, he crashed to the ground, legs sprawled every which way. His tongue throbbed where he bit it, and he flopped over backwards, panting.
"No dice!" he panted, staring at the shiny red orb.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 4:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 8:01 pm
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Boysie popped up onto her hooves like a daisy in spring, tail swishing in excitement.
"That's a fantastic advantage to hide-n-seek!" She declared proudly, "You gotta think of everything like that, yanno? You aren't 'little', you're speedy. And I'm not a 'big goofy weirdo', I'm eccentric. Ya dig? Though... sometimes I'm pretty good at being a weirdo." The little filly slowly sat, eyes getting a bit of a distant look as she thought of the capers of her past- fondly, at least, evident by the smile pulling on her face. She suddenly snapped back to the present with a smile.
"So you're not practicing singing, you're rocking out all the time!" The filly flailed her arms, one spinning in a circle as if she was playing possibly the most radical air guitar of all time.
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