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yorkshire1-me:

It was a warm summers day a little too warm but lucky it was accompanied by a cool breeze; it always was cooler near the river. The peace tranquillity was interrupted by the sound of hoofs hitting the ground hard and the sound of a heavy breathing, the culprit was a pony on a morning run you could tell he had not run in a while though not out of shape but in shape ether. He passed a group of 4 ponies by the looks of it there were a family mum, dad and to young colts he gave them a smile as he ran past they smiled back. He kept going for a mile or so finally coming to stop at large rock chest pounding, he wiped the sweat away from his forehead only to have more take its place he just paused a minute or so to catch his breath and to look over at the river. Luckily for him he lived not too far from the foreshore, he placed a hoof on his chin feeling his beard a small smile cresting his face knowing that he would have to get rid of it soon. A part of him asked why he was doing this getting all sweaty and tired when he said to himself “I’m going to be a soldier but not yet not yet.” With that he set off again this time he was running home he kept saying out loud I’m going to be a soldier his pace increasing till he was in a full blown gallop, his chest begging for air but he just kept going till he got home by now the sweat dripping from his head his legs thumping. He walked in and grabbed a bottle of juice out of the fridge and gulped half the 1 litre bottle down and let out a gasp of air, pausing for a second he gave himself a sniff and made his way to the shower. As he made his way up stairs he told himself it was a good start a long way to go yet but one way or another he was going to be a soldier, as he got into the shower he did his stuff making shore to give himself a good clean from top to bottom and everything in between. When he was done he turned off the shower stepped out and began drying himself off looking at the clock in his room and letting out a sigh “Work in 2 hours.” With that he made his way down stairs to murder what was left of the juice, When that was gone he made his way into the living room and spent the next 2 hours with the TV with one or two scratches of his lower region. When it was time he made his way out to work as he walked to work he said to himself “Not a bad start but still a while to go next time run a bit faster, Rise and rise again till lambs become lions.”  

The End               �B�

Give this a read guys it’s going to be good I just know it :)