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Music saw in distance a filly and decided to go in and maybe she'd be his friend. He started to canter as fast as he could to her. His mane, forelock and tail flew rapidly in the wind. Musics coat was still coal black and as glossy as could be. Although the young colt was still young, he had manners and respect for ladys. About 10 feet away he stoped and stuck his dial out and nickerd a bit to see if he was welcome to come up to her. Maybe she'd get startled by his so very quick apperance. Oh man, maybe this wasnt a good idea. "Hello, My name is Music, May i ask what your name is?" Music bowed his dial slowly and looked up and gave a friendly smile. His auds were perked in a friendly tone. He swished his tail slowly back and forth. Then he shook his mane and and forelock out.
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 Heres my Music.
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