MichaelRogers

Harry Rogers let out a sigh of relief after finishing his "duty". With the task completed, he went back into the main room. "Anyone brought cards?" asked Harry, "I feel like we're gonna be waiting a long time 'fore the storm ends." Harry could not help but feel a little bored.

Harry Rogers turned his head towards the new pony. "Ah," thought Harry, "Another pony. Well, the more the merrier. Company ought to be appreciated when in this weather." Harry Rogers got up and decided to explore the building, looking for a bathroom. His bladder was complaining a little.

Psssssst. Use your six-shooter!

Harry sat there staring out at the rain. He did not like it. Not one bit. Harry sighed. "This storm is such a mean-spirited fellow." Harry thought. Harry scratched his left foreleg, trying to relieve an itch on it. It was a minor itch, but an annoying one. He did not need this–not on this day. The polite young pony lass had brightened his day a little, though.

Don't bite me!

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Harry sat down onto the floor. "Is it okay for me to hang around until the skies are clear?" He asked, "I do not want to be traveling back to my home in this weather. Not only is it wet, but it is also chilly. I fear that if I make another trip, I might catch a cold." Harry rubbed his front hooves together.

You terrify me so much. Get out of my bed!

@, @@Aerodynas Harry, upon hearing hearing a friendly greeting, turned around to see a black stallion. After listening to his question, Harry replied,"You did not miss much. I just came in a few minutes ago, and I was introduced to that nice Sunny mare." Harry gave a friendly smile for a moment before realizing that he had forgotten to introduce himself. "Oh! I am so sorry. I forgot to tell you my name." Harry held out hoof. "I'm Harry P. Rogers."

@Aerodynas, @Sir. Lion Harry turned towards the orange mare, listening to her greeting. Finding such a polite pony was such a pleasant thing, and he was about thank her when a blue stallion burst through the door. "Oh my,"Thought Harry,"That boy there is soaking wet. If only I had some towel of sorts to lend to him." His brows lowered in concern.

You're not our mother! You can't tell us what to do!

I wonder if there are any other things that opened up the world for others. Or other stuff. A circulation of philosophies is every nice.

Is that enough time to keep from getting roger'd?

Give your grandpa some sugar!