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 Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 11:27 am
 This was a nightmare. No, it was worse than a nightmare: This was a betrayal. In all her short life, Briar had never felt more angry and embarrassed than she did at this moment. She was stuck, a good couple of feet off the ground, upside down with her hair and saddle tangled into a thick and angry looking thorn bush. One of her front legs was stuck, tucked tightly to her body while the other was dangling haphazardly above her head. How could this have happened to her? Briar was always so cautious when it came to working with thorny brushes, but this time she had thrown caution out the window, and had attempted to jump to get something higher up. One thing led to another and the little filly was stuck.
When she had first jumped and gotten caught a few inches off the ground, she figured she could get herself loose by stepping on a branch and jumping a bit to un-stick the thorns… She was dead wrong. The phony foal had jumped once, got stuck a little less, jumped again and again and again and she wasn’t even sure how she had ended upside down with her saddle supporting her full weight in the tangles. Her little face quivered and she looked as if she was going to cry.
Weakly she called out, hoping that maybe no one would hear her and that the wind would eventually knock her down. “H-help?”
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 12:37 pm
Candy happened to be wandering near where Briarthorn was trapped. Her ears perked up. Was that a voice? She stopped her walking and turned in a circle, searching for the origin of the sound. "Must have been the wind." she muttered, casting one more glance over her shoulders before continuing on her way. Pink hooves clopped along until..
There it was again! This time the pink maned mare dug her hooves in, turning around a couple of times. That was a voice for sure!
"Hello?" she called out, determined to find the voice's owner. It had been so quiet...
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 7:27 am
Briarthorn sniffled. It was hopeless. No matter how hard she tried to get herself loose, it just seemed to tangle her more. This bush was just not taking no for an answer. She was going to be stuck here forever. At least that was what she thought until she head someone calling back to her. Her ears perked and she wiggled vigorously in the bush, in another desperate attempt to get free.
“He-hello!” The foal all but shouted as her eyes darted frantically this way and that.“Can you help me? I'm stuck in a bush!”
Briar still didn't see anyone, and she was hoped that she wasn't just hearing things.Blue Eyed Melloon Sorry for the delay! Was pooped out on Thursday and had a family thing last night. : O
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 8:14 pm
Candy HAD heard someone! She twisted this way and that, searching the foliage for the one who had called out.
"Where....where are you?" she called out, first looking high, then low. Her pale ears wiggled as she attempted to pinpoint the voice's location.
"Are you hurt?" she asked to the wind.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 11:01 am
Briar whimpered ceased to thrash about in the bush. She panted, feeling a little bit drained. Her chartreuse eyes fell on a bright pink pony with a mane full of curls. She began to struggle again in earnest, sending leaves and thorns about.
“I-I see you,” The exasperated call came again from the trapped little carousel phony. “I’m up here!” Briar groaned and once more fell limp. Was she hurt? She became aware of herself for the first time since she had become stuck and frowned. No, she wasn’t hurt.
“I don’t think so.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 10:08 pm
Candy honed in on the voice, which was slightly above her eyeline. She scanned the bushes, and saw a wiggle of leaves.
"I think I see you!" She said, venturing off the path and into the bushes. There were brambles mixed in with the usual bush type foliage, and she felt a couple p***k her sides. She finally saw what turned out to be a young phony dangling from the branches.
"Oh dear!" she said, shoving her way to Briarthorn. "Why, how did you get up there!?"
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