Anon 02/22/2018 (Thu) 05:02:47 No.801 del
>Dolores let out a yawn.
>She was quite tired.
>The day had been quite long.
>... and by the sound of that loud crash, it was far from over.
>Dolores! Said a white stallion with a white mane (which also was white).
>His smile was painful and ingenuine, his eyes betrayed fear.
>Dolores looked upon the pitiful shell of him. He was trembling.
>The cart he had been pulling had fallen over to its side, it's contents scattered about the baren ground.
>Another delay to add to the list.
>"Diamound..." Dolores said, suppressing an urge to scream at the young stallion, she had to maintain appearances after all.
>"Why did... this is the third cart that you have had an accident with this week!"
>"I-I-I'm sorry! The ground is so rocky here and the there is the hoter the-"
>"No excuses." Dolores said firmly. "At least the cart appears to be undamaged."
>Double Diamond cowarded under her gaze. Part of her supposed she really shouldn't be too hard on the stallion, he wasn't the most well built for navigating such rough terrain. He really wouldn't even be doing this if it hadn't been for the injuries that had been sustained by half of the ablebodied stallions who had already been asigned there.
>Still, it was yet another delay of many. She couldn't go soft, least encourage the others to slow down as well.
>"Your working fourteen hour days for the rest of this week!"
>"Y-yes Dolores!"

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