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Hey, hey, hey. Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains, I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind. Your sweet moon beam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream. I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind. Husky lyrics carried through the aisle of the stallion barn, Hey, Soul Sister by Train left the pink stained lips of the handsome male the vocals belonged too. At his side was a beauty. No, not a female human being. His trusted companion, an Alaskan Malamute, strut his stuff, his fluffy coat rubbing against the jeans enclosing the well muscled pillars of his master. Out ahead of the two was another canine. His tail curled up, held high, his black nose pressed firmly against the cold ground they walked upon. His shaggy, many colored coat shone in the slight sunlight leaking in through the small windows dotted around the barn. I Cedar gadael y! the man called in his native tongue. The canine responded instantly, looking up to watch a woman pass leading a large black stallion. The man nodded as she smiled at him, his hazel oracles holding a shine of his happiness. Icey, un-impressed by the female and her companion, gave a sharp whine and skirted around the passing equine. His large paws carried him straight toward his new acquaintance. As soon as the canine reached the stall door, a broad cranium of a rose gray Lusitano peered over it. He gave a soft nicker to the fur ball beneath him, glad to see his new friend. Icey rose his large dome to run his tongue over the muzzle of the stallion. His owner gave a chuckle, amused by the affection the pair gave each other after only just meeting twice. Cedar, obviously disinterested, still had his nose pressed against the ground. Dafydd ignored him, knowing he shouldn't do too much damage. Hello handsome boy. The thickly accented lyrics of the male didn't sound as good when he spoke in English, but Macario would never understand his owner if he started to speak in Welsh like he did with Icey and Cedar. Macario looked up from his pal to greet his owner with a shrieking whinny, pushing at his stall door to try and get to him. Macario was a big softy, he couldn't wait to soak up the attention humans offer him. Dafydd took a few steps forward to shower the eight year old with attention, chuckling at the soft nickers he offered every now and then.

Would you like some grub? he asked his equine, whom looked up with a confused look on his face. His owner smiled, he knew what his horse was thinking. "Of course I do, Silly. What kind of question is that?" Dafydd opened his stall door, Macario backing up instantly. His master stooped down to pick up the black bucket at the rose gray's feet and shut the stall door as he left. Without looking where he was going, Dafydd hadn't realized Cedar was back with them. The Native American Indian dog had dumped himself not too far away from the stall door. His master tripped over him, landing awkwardly on his right leg. Cacha! Cedar, codwch eich ci dwp! Dafydd cursed in Welsh. Cedar began to whine, he hadn't meant to hurt his master. Dafydd instantly felt bad. Mae'n ddrwg gennyf fachgen. Nid oeddwn yn golygu ei fod. he told him, ruffling his soft ears. Cedar, apparently forgetting all about it, gave Dafydd a big kiss on his cheek and trotted off. His master was left rolling his orbs and picking himself up gently off the floor, grabbing the bucket quickly. He took painful steps toward the feed room, wincing every time his left foot hit the ground. Great, four days here and I'm already injured.

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[/color] click?! CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback NOTES Bleh, was bored and had Dafydd muse ^^ WORD COUNT six-five-seven TRANSLATIONS 1. To the left Cedar! 2. Sh*t! Cedar, get up you stupid dog! 3. Sorry boy. I didn't mean it.[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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C.HUCK B.ASS

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Hey now, you're an all star get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

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Chuck parked the BMW in front of the barn that he managed. He just taken time to go fetch his saddle pads from the cleaners. Today was one of the worse ones, and he was in a black, foul mood, and felt sorry for anybody who crossed his path of course. The grooms couldn't help it, in a way he was their boss, and had to face him. Seeing the groom leading out one of the stallions after lunch made him wonder if they ever listened to him. The stallion she was leading out was supposed to be out hours ago already, and he didn't mind snapping that at her either.

Chuck saw the disappearing tail of a dog into his barn, and he nearly had coronary. This is the f***ing stallion barn. Don't these people know that dogs are not allowed, he grumbled to himself, before taking off his sunglasses and walking inside. Just to be proven right, he saw the dog get in the way, and his owner landing awkwardly on his right leg. Chuck just watched the man limping away, before following him to the tack room. He set down the saddle pads, and rather just than walking out, like Chuck always was, he needed to comment.See, now that's just one of the reasons we don't bring dogs into the barn. Chuck's tone was friendly, and he gave no feeling of ill will towards the man, despite his black mood. The reason being, he just realised that this man, was the new principal, and possibly his new boss.

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It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now wait till you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

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The male looked up when he heard a voice behind him. He had been in his own little world, lyrics swimming around in his mind. I take it your Chuck Bass? he asked quietly, as usual. Most found his tone threatening, and it was sometimes, but this was just the way he spoke. He chose to ignore his companies words. He would still be bringing Icey and Cedar with him, even if he did trip over the excitable youngster. Icey also seemed to take a dislike to the new comer, a grumble forming in his throat. Icey tawel. he told the Malamute, his hand stooping down to place comfortingly between his shoulder blades. The canine sunk onto his hind legs, and Dafydd continued to scoop his feed into the bucket for Macario. Only then did he decide to acknowledge Mr. Basses statement. Well, Mr.Bass, If you had seen the way my pair had greet my stallion, you would rethink that. Yes, Cedar made me trip up, but that's one slip up. Another point, that black stud passing as we entered the barn? He also didn't bat an eyelash. I have them completely under my control. he told him, eye's on the bucket in his hand. At that, the male left the room, limping back toward Macario. The stag had a face on him which tickled his master. He looked so excited to see Dafydd, as if they hadn't seen each other in a month. Sorry my dear lad. I was held up momentarily. he told the Lusitano, indicating to both canines behind him to sit. They did, and Dafydd entered Macario's stall. Once inside, he placed down the bucket, making his brute pause as he passed by his head. While the rose gray was eating, Dafydd took the time to check over the stud. He wouldn't have too much time in the stallion barn today. He still had to put Lyric, Hearbreaker and Stellan out in the pastures as well as Macario himself. He didn't have much free time at all, but this time with his new arrival was precious to him so he was to relish in it as much as possible. And, it may seem that he had gained a new enemy. Oh the joys!

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[/color] click?! CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback NOTES WUBBISH! WORD COUNT three-seven-eight TRANSLATIONS 1. Quiet Icey.[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]