The young mare canters quickly through the snowy forest, her tail streaming out behind her. I wait with a rug and her headcollar, and a carrot. She slows to a halt beside me as I place the blue and red blanket over her back, doing up the straps and putting her headcollar on while she munches on the carrot hungrily. I lead her towards her warm stable, taking off her headcollar before closing the stable door. The mare goes to the hay, eating after a long run.
I just decided to write about my horse Midnight Blues.
I just decided to write about my horse Midnight Blues.
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