I am a little pony

Posted in Wrestling Forums by ylq at 07:43, May 21 2020

I am a little pony, and I live in the prairie of Inner Mongolia. From the day I was born, my mother loved me. My life is to run on the beautiful prairie every day. When I like to run, the wind can follow me; when I like to run, the butterfly can catch me. I like friends on the grassland, like cattle and sheep, but in the end, my life is broken. Someone chose me to be his mount, which means that I need to obey the arrangement of human beings. It also means that I can no longer go back to my mother and run freely on the prairie. I struggled, I screamed, no one could understand what I meant. Looking at their arrogant smiles, I was desperate. In the end, I was saddled. It was like a thick chain of shackles binding me. I wanted to use running to get rid of the pile of heavy rubbish, but the more and more tired. I have never felt that running is so tiring, and I am no longer a proud, carefree little pony. The saddle made my neck sore, and it felt kind of hot. I begged people to let me go, but who can understand my language. People's whips hit me, and my mane was no longer pure brown, but some reddish brown. Red is the color from which blood flows, and the color of my anger likes horses, likes it thoroughly, and likes it really. "Eleven" holiday, my father agreed to take me to the Ordos prairie horse riding, I am very happy. The scenery of the grassland is so beautiful, so vast. Here, I can feel the breath on the grassland. Ah, horse! There are horses! I saw a group of wild horses Online Cigarettes, and I hurried to ride them. The horse-watcher led me to the group of horses. He smiled and said to me: "Go and choose a good horse!" But I think his smile is hypocritical. I chose a horse whose brown mane is brown Yes, just a little reddish brown. I see that horse, its eyes are so clear, like a pool of clear water. When I looked at its eyes, I always felt that it had something to say but couldn't say it. I rode on it with my stomach full of doubts. It drove me sprinting, like a horse who was not convinced to run faster than it, but it seemed to be talking to the wind and sand. I grabbed the rope tightly, but couldn't get it down. Has the wind stopped? No, I do n��t know how to stop, but I always feel that the horse is so happy when running Cigarettes Online. At this moment, I found it staring at me, his clear eyes filled with begging Cigarettes For Sale. But I really do n��t know what it wants to say. I ��m going away. Perhaps in the eyes of the horse, I just left it behind. At this moment, I heard it utter a miserable roar, rushing towards me against the sand
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