Shadow soon healed and we became friends, he was like my father. He was Alexandre's horse and we often rode together. One day I overheard Alexander talking about going to Paris to make D'Artagnan a Musketeer. Apparently, Paris was a very dirty crowded city. Shadow had been there a few times and he didn't like it. All that night I lay awake worrying about the Future until Buttercup spoke to me:"You know, Paris isn't that bad, I went there once and I met a Musketeer. His steed was very polite, and he told me about Paris:"Bonjour jolie jument..."
(Good day beautiful mare...) And then I fell asleep.
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The Musketeers Horses
FanfictionA Spirit inspired story of a Frisian stallion from foal to fully fledged Musketeer. THIS is my first ever fanfic so please by nice.
