DavyJnah
Meredith was absolutely not a happy pony. She'd been off checking on another area of territory that she tended to make sure no one had been messing with it unduly. It had taken years to build up relationships with those who lived around the beaches. To show them the ways to care for their beaches and ocean.
Now she had come home only to find the area trashed. It was clear that some teens had been camping here. Worst they had been doing whatever they wanted. The once pristine dunes were now littered with trash, plants stomped into the sand as pony after pony tried to climb the slippery slopes. The culprits were no where in sight.
Meredith didn't know if she should scream in her furry or break down in tears. So she stood there trembling in rage as tears ran down her face.
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