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I hate chat speak. PM me with chat speak and I will personally come and find you and throw a dictionary in your face (jokes. But you get the point).

I dislike the safe haven, but I understand and accept that this is a nescessity otherwise more howrses than already will disappear from the game. I will rescue any males for 500e-2500e and any females for up to 500e-3200e. Any higher, PM me to negotiate. Place them in the private sales and I will pick them up asap. This is a better idea than the safe haven because you will get more money from me (500e+) than from the safe haven (400e-2000e).

In the mind of a rescue:

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, All nicely tucked in my warm new bed, I'd like to open my baggage, Lest I forget, There is so much to carry - So much to regret. Hmmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top, Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss, And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame. As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave, I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain. I loved them, the others, the ones who left me, But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me. Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack? Or will you just look at my things - And take me right back? Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, to never repack? I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see, But I do come with baggage - Will you still want me? ~ Author Unknown ~

my favourite poem of all time!!

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Favourite little Pieces (?)

I wish my shadow would  get up and walk beside me.

Shoot for the moon and even if you miss, you will land in the stars.

In the steady gaze of the horse shines a silent elequonce that speaks of love and loyalty, strength and courage; it is the window that reveals to us how willing his spirit, how genourous his heart.

Ha Ha I thought these were hilarious