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Post by wildbrumby on Dec 3, 2008 7:48:26 GMT -5
He was checking the borders to the south east. Hunting through the snow for food as he went. He pushed through the snow drifts, hunting for small feed. Scenting none, he pushed on.
Not paying to much attention to the weather, Teap suddenly realized the thickening curtain of snow around him. Snorting in fright, he went to turn and head home. Soon his own tracked were covered. He ran blindly through the snow storm, Neighing loudly for help. It was silent. No one answered.
Somehow, on an island of the italian coast, Teap had gone missing. Eaten up by the winter storms.
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