Lincoln, a lonely stallion comes to nap.

[Guest]

Linclon, a handsome stallion trots in and wonders if there is other horses around but he saw nothing. Then he walked over to a tree to lay down and rest, so he did. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and he started to dream about other wild horses and his lost filly.

[Guest]

I galloped in and saw Lincoln sleeping on the ground. My heart instently reached out to him. I walked over to his side, layed down, and fell asleep a foot away from him.

[Guest]

(Her name is Crow's Nest, but you can call her Ebony)

[Guest]

(Her name is Crow's Nest, but you can call her Ebony)

Lincoln: he woke up and he saw the mare a foot away from him, and he got up to his feet and said "hello?".

[Guest]

I blinked sleepily and saw the stallion standing there. I stood up and said, "My name is Crow's Nest, but you can call me Ebony."

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