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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 8:51 am
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Milo'koa had ventured out far from his mother's herd. Har'koa, that crazy b***h, had been trying to set him up with yet another female that he didn't like. Some switch had flipped in her head, and she wanted grandchildren more than anything else. Everyday she asked him, "when are you going to bring home a decent mare and continue my line?"
His mother had this thing about keeping her purewalker herd, well, pure. Milo didn't really like any of the mares in their herd, and the ones he did like didn't live up to her lofty ambitions.
He really hated her for all this commotion she was causing in his life.
At this point, Milo wanted to do something to piss her off. Well, piss her off more than he usually did. He never seemed to be the son she wanted. His brother, Poe'thas, got all the love. That a*****e.
Out in the distance, Milo spotted a small snack of a Usdia sitting under a tree. His head was hanging low, and he seemed to be singing some sort of song. It almost sounded like "Happy Birthday" as preformed as a funeral drudge. Milo decided to go and investigate more closely.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 9:29 am
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Birthday Marzipan was having a horrible day. Everyday was a horrible day. He was the most miserable little pony in existence.
His father, Tiggs, the Birthday Carebear, was in charge of celebrating all the new births in the area. He tended to drag BM with him. BM hated birthdays. He hated all the singing and happiness and cake... okay, maybe he liked the cake.
And so he sat under his usual tree, wishing that he had never been born so he would never had to have to sing to anyone. He was a grandfather now, one of his two girls had given birth to three little bundles of joy. His father was ecstatic, and sang about it non-stop. In a little napsack, Tiggs carried around painted pictures of his entire family to show off. BM hated this also.
Softly sobbing, BM sang the song that he hated most, Happy Birthday.
Between his tears, he caught a glimpse of trouble on four paws coming his way. He kept his eyes focused on the ground, and called out to the stalking form, "If you're going to eat me, Walker, at least end my miserable life quickly. If my death is as horrible as everything else, I'll be upset."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 9:39 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 9:54 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:02 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:25 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:07 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:29 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:43 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 6:40 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 6:52 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 6:58 am
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