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Post by tygerbraveheart on Mar 7, 2008 22:08:54 GMT -5
As Tyger appeared out from the forest, having a net over his shoulder, walking up toward's the lake's shore feeling small drifting waves lapping on his feet; as he held his head high, breathing in, his chest puffed and breath out "What a beautious morning!" ;D he roared proudly. The sun shinning above him feeling the warm, gentle breeze against his striped face.
Tyger got closer into the shallow waters when he tost the net into the shallow end of the lake an whispered: "Oh, to loose my precios net, the silver fish, cought within it's wooven strands. . . I sewed."
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Post by tarakami on Mar 8, 2008 19:24:00 GMT -5
You better delete the post and fast.....
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