[all patched up]

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Owner: cooper.
Show Name: Woodstock's An Affair to Remember
Barn Name: Affair
Nickname(s): Mem, Fair
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 Years
Breed: 25% Mustang; 25% APH; 50% Appaloosa
Colour: Bay Tobiano/Tovero
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potential breeding pair: little feather
potential breeding pair: gallagher
future breeding pair: huckleberry
crush: sawyer
best friend: tiptoe
best friend: macaria
best friend: challenge
best friend: neverland
enemy: river
rider: cason damris
trainer: belle Johnson

story: affair's pov I ran through the open pasture gate and to my friends. They stood there a little shocked at the way I acted like a two year old mare but with my training done for today and my show around the corner I was on cloud nine. Sawyer caught on to my mood and we ran in circles around the group, teasing them and nipping at them playfully and at each other. Next to join was Challenge and then Macaria, soon we were all running around like maniacs, well all except Neverland. He had gotten injured in one of the side races when a stablehand from another stable mistreated him harshly a couple weeks ago and even the vet cleared him the other day he was still scared to test his leg. I looked at the others and told them to run ahead, so I could hang back and talk to him but at first they didn't want to, especially sawyer looked as if he wanted to stay. I pushed them ahead with my nuzzle and looked at Neverland. "C'mon Neverland! You'll be fine, you've doing good for the past week!" I looked at him sadly as he said he didn't want to test it. I pulled on his mane a little bit and trotted ahead of him, trying to playfully tempt him. I watched quietly as he started to bound and leap after me and soon enough we were catching up to the group. I looked at Sawyer and pushed him to let him know to be nice because the two stallions never quite got along. I watched as Neverland kept to the other side of the group and as Sawyer kept to running beside me, it was almost as if we were mates and he and I were the lead stallion and mare. It was like a dream to me.