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fandomhighdorms2010-04-25 01:18 pm
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The Stables [afternoon]
"Hi Pips hi!"
The horse, who was used to Mat being, well, normal, swished his tail and shied away.
"Awww, don't be like that," Mat said with a little frown, searching for a stool so he could put the saddle and bridle on.
After a bit of time, he led Pips out of the stables.
Being an enterprising five year old, Mat'd scrawled out a sign in blue crayon:
"PONIE RYDS! 1 KYSSSS EECH. (GYRLS ONLEE)"
Because kissing boys was icky, okay? But until he got customers, he was happy to ride his horse.
Pips might have a slightly different opinion.
The horse, who was used to Mat being, well, normal, swished his tail and shied away.
"Awww, don't be like that," Mat said with a little frown, searching for a stool so he could put the saddle and bridle on.
After a bit of time, he led Pips out of the stables.
Being an enterprising five year old, Mat'd scrawled out a sign in blue crayon:
"PONIE RYDS! 1 KYSSSS EECH. (GYRLS ONLEE)"
Because kissing boys was icky, okay? But until he got customers, he was happy to ride his horse.
Pips might have a slightly different opinion.