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Post by Raven on Apr 3, 2015 21:45:56 GMT -7
Bovril slowly made his way up the tree, branch after branch. He spotted a plump fig at last. He lived this place, neverending summer fruit. The loris snatched the fruit, snapping it from its mother tree. He lifted the sweet, succulent fruit to his tiny mouth and munched hungrily.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 11:00:39 GMT -7
Pearl sighed. She was lost. Again. Why couldn't she have just stayed with the herd? 'Because the other lambs bullied me that's why I left.' She reminded herself. She startled when in the trees there was a noise. "Wh-who's there?" She asked in a trembling voice.
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Post by Raven on Apr 6, 2015 14:59:42 GMT -7
Bovril blinked slowly as he saw a thin coated white lamb. He looked at her more closely. Her watery eyes looked hurt and somewhat abused. Her knees looked weak. "Bullied young one? Or maybe fell into a ravine and chased by a mountain wolf?" He guessed her clever curiosity aroused.
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