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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 3:44 pm
 Papillon yawned a little and stretched his legs. As he moved around, the chains wrapped around him chattered amongst themselves. A butterfly landed on his muzzle while the others were either flying around him or laying on his back. His blue eyes gazed around the area slowly it was a safe and enjoyable place to be in. Tons of grass to eat, a little stream, and tons of flowers for the butterflies to enjoy. Papillon flicked his long tail as his purple ears flicked around, catching every noise they possibly could. It was very quiet at the moment, probably because it was morning. Papi yawned and decided to start his day off by walking around a little.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 6:54 pm
Vezian was up and about before the sun had time to paint the landscape with its rays. He was restless, and, having slept by the stream, he was waken early by a common frog. Now, it was well within Vezian's knowledge that he somewhat resembled a frog with his coloring, and therefore took a great liking to them, being tinged with a small vanity of being alike with such an interesting creature. He followed this frog around and through the stream until it propelled itself through the water and downstream.
This activity did well in consuming a good part of his early morning, and he soon found himself strolling beside the stream in search of more frogs. Just as he spotted another frog, however, he heard the familiar clinking of chains. Spinning around excitedly, he faced his contrast-coloured father, Papillon. He grinned and flicked his tail, "good morning father!"
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