Grandmare pinned her ears back, she had heard stories of travelers falling for these pleas for help and the next morning they woke with all their fur missing. Only their eyelashes remained– often days later an equid would be seen looking almost exactly like the poor traveler– except their legs would be wet and muddy and they would leave trails of water in their wake. These strange equines, if approached, would try and grab the tails of those that came to talk. To gain more fur to stay on land longer.
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My Grandmare tucked her tail close to her body and ran and as she ran away she heard angry shrieking from behind her. That voice was angrily saying they would get her fur some day.
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"That is why you should only approach large bodies of water during the day and you never know if it is home to a fur snatcher...”
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Councillor Sammy spoke next, appearing before the campfire, “Alright kids we have time for one more store, who would like to go next?”
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One of the older foals stepped up to the fire side, his darker coat made him look extra sinister as the firelight flickered over his fur. He did his best to speak in a spooky deep voice....
