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XX SpritzDestul (pretty in Romanian) Mare NA-Hallowequine X Plains horse will mature to 15.2 hh ( SIlverhoof x sadona - Spritz x Nebun - stock ) Teal eyes, no pupils black hooves Hallowequine breed to *kalmakoira @ [link] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Maddie, something happened at the farm," Brenda's usually tight voice was strained to a whisper. Maddie held the phone up to her ear as she kept an eye on the horse race below. "Nebun got out of his paddock last week..." SHe trailed off and Maddie's green eyes doubled in size. "that better end with "and then i woke up," or i'm going to hurt someone," she shouted over the phone and a few spectators looked at her from under the hge brims of their fancy hats. She was a guest in the track owner's box and the shouting was not appreciated. Brenda breathed loudly into the phone for a few minutes and then started over. "we were cleaning his paddock and he ripped past the girls and I. He was out overnight in the far paddock, he jumped the fence to get in." Maddie sighed, her new favorite horse hadn't gotten loose or killed anyone. Brenda's nervous cough brought her back to reality. "What happened, you wouldn't call me if he didn't do something?" she asked and tugged at one of her bright blue ringlets. "Spritz and Wish were in there, she's in heat and Mirash wanted to try Wish for stud. Nebun tore a big hole in Wish's hindquarters and stole the mare." Now Brenda was rushing the story out and Maddie could feel the drain of blood from her face. "We got them back in the morning but the vet confirmed today, Spritz is With foal." Brenda stopped then and Maddie tried to catch her breath. Spritz, their leggy beautiful prize show horse was pregnant with their crazy, dangerous stallion's foal. She was never going to be able to breed her to a reputable show stud now. the foal was sure to kill her on the way out. "are you there, Maddie? what do you want us to do?" "carry the foal to term if we can, if it gets to rough we will terminate." Maddie sighed and hung up. her race horse had won and the barn had lost it's prize... 10 MONTHS LATER... A month early and the vet had worked all night to save the foal. She was perfect. leggy and graceful like her mother with a refined head and devil tipped ears. She had her Father's bold colors and sharp attitude. The foal halter had been ripped off in minutes and the Vet Tech had been kicked squarly in the stomach. Spritz adored the foal, like a hen who had hatched a whole new species. She doted over the little filly, playing gently with her long black and orange tail. Nebun watched the whole event from his double round pen and screamed proudly so every stallion could hear. Wish stood with his head in the corner of his stall kicking the wall as his owner rubbed him with a soft cloth. Maddie got a hold of the rearing Foal's Head and cooed to her. "You are the prettiest little mistake we've ever had at the ranch," She pronounced and scrawled the name "Destul" on her halter in black marker. The foal sniffed the harsh fumes and glared at Maddie. Before the barn owner could manage a smile a small sharp little hoof struck her in the shin at the filly spun around and kicked her. "just like her dad," sighed Brenda, the barn manager looked like she was going to cry. |
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