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The call came around 3 in the morning, waking the blonde from a dead sleep with a start. After clapping around for his cell phone, he yanked it under the pillow where he answered it.

"Hullo?"

"Lennox? It's me, Davidson McGuffey. Your old neighbor from back home."

He sat up sharply, feet swinging over the edge of the bed. "David? What are you doing calling me this early in the morning?" The other gave a strangled chuckle. "Shit came up. You remember me Old Man's feral herd of ponies?" Of course he did. When he was a boy, he and David would regularly ride some around to pass the time when work was done. "Yeah." The other was silent for a moment. "Got a foal I need someone to take it."

A grunt left the Scotsman. "Why?" A series of tiny shrill cries sounded on the other end. "She's blind Lennox. And I can't care for her like she needs it. I got the farm and the fields to tend to. You know that." Right. He'd briefly forgotten that David had taken over his Old Pops work. Tilling the land for one while caring for his herd of cattle. A foal with a disability would wither away without the proper care.

Grunting, he stood up. "How soon do you want me over there?" He was already making the needed plans. "As soon as you can Lenn. As soon as you can." And with that, he cut the call. On another grunt, he started getting dressed, while dialing up Connie. 'She's gonna kill me for this." he though, letting the cell ring. A trip across the Pond hadn't been in his plans.

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Lennox is on a trip to Scotland to pick up a blind Eriskay pony foal that was born on his childhood friends property. This isn't gonna sit well with Connie. No doubts there.

Lineart (c) to orengel
Lennox/Swagger 91/Davidson McGuffey (c) to me
Connie (c) to ImaginationNimbus

Description
The call came around 3 in the morning, waking the blonde from a dead sleep with a start. After clapping around for his cell phone, he yanked it under the pillow where he answered it.

"Hullo?"

"Lennox? It's me, Davidson McGuffey. Your old neighbor from back home."

He sat up sharply, feet swinging over the edge of the bed. "David? What are you doing calling me this early in the morning?" The other gave a strangled chuckle. "Shit came up. You remember me Old Man's feral herd of ponies?" Of course he did. When he was a boy, he and David would regularly ride some around to pass the time when work was done. "Yeah." The other was silent for a moment. "Got a foal I need someone to take it."

A grunt left the Scotsman. "Why?" A series of tiny shrill cries sounded on the other end. "She's blind Lennox. And I can't care for her like she needs it. I got the farm and the fields to tend to. You know that." Right. He'd briefly forgotten that David had taken over his Old Pops work. Tilling the land for one while caring for his herd of cattle. A foal with a disability would wither away without the proper care.

Grunting, he stood up. "How soon do you want me over there?" He was already making the needed plans. "As soon as you can Lenn. As soon as you can." And with that, he cut the call. On another grunt, he started getting dressed, while dialing up Connie. 'She's gonna kill me for this." he though, letting the cell ring. A trip across the Pond hadn't been in his plans.

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Lennox is on a trip to Scotland to pick up a blind Eriskay pony foal that was born on his childhood friends property. This isn't gonna sit well with Connie. No doubts there.

Lineart (c) to orengel
Lennox/Swagger 91/Davidson McGuffey (c) to me
Connie (c) to ImaginationNimbus