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fandomtownies2008-05-17 03:23 pm
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The Park, Saturday afternoon
It was lovely in the park. Big and open with plenty of places to run. Or fly if one had wings. Murdock buzzed through the air, occasionally landing on a tree limb and freaking the poor birds out with his whinny.
He'd take back off and check out random flowers or nibble on some grass. He discovered that it didn't actually taste too bad after all.
Then he'd be buzzing around again. He's probably going to be pretty darn tired later on, but right now he was having a good time.
(it's open like a park is, la. in case you missed it, Murdock is the toy sized pony. since his mun is just as crazy as he is sometimes. mwhahahaha!)
He'd take back off and check out random flowers or nibble on some grass. He discovered that it didn't actually taste too bad after all.
Then he'd be buzzing around again. He's probably going to be pretty darn tired later on, but right now he was having a good time.
(it's open like a park is, la. in case you missed it, Murdock is the toy sized pony. since his mun is just as crazy as he is sometimes. mwhahahaha!)

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It might take her a while to get over that. But in a good way.
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"Of course, I can fly anyways, but this is a completely different kind of flyin'. I just take off!" He shot up through the air and did a bomb dive before landing on the ground.
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"You're kinda small - are you usually a fairy?"
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"Usually I'm bigger than this," he added.
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He backed up a bit as she landed. "Careful there, I don't wanna accidently get squashed. I reckon you're still gettin' used to 'em, huh? I woke up flyin'." He gave a small pony shrug. "Go figure."
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