(Ok... I believe you, but watch yourselves, just a friendly reminder!

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Harley nickered to the mare, "Wait, I mean no harm señora (lady)." he said, tossing his head. The mare stopped and turned to him, her eyes not making contact. "Then what." she said coldly. He lowered his head, trying to make eye contact. She turned her head. "What is wrong, why not make eye contact?" he said sweetly. "Not aloud to." she said softly. Harley's head bolted up, "Not aloud to!? Thats a bunch of rubbish! A bunch of sustantivo (junk)!" he said rearing. The mare raised her head, "Really?" she said hopefully, then paused. "What did you say?" she asked, confused. Harley chuckled, "I'm sorry, I said sustantivo, or junk." he smiled. "Oh..." said the mare nodding, "Now it makes sense!" she laughed. Harley smiled, "I'm Hot Shot, but you may call me Harley." he said bowing. His show history made him quite a gentleman. "I'm Apache Summer, Kiowa Fall, but you may call me Summer." she said laughing at her name. "My name's really long..." she said, finally making eye contact. *Her eyes are beautiful* he thought. "Well Verano (summer)... Nice to meet you." he said. Summer nodded, "Verano is Summer, correct?" she asked. Harley reared. "Si!" he said smiling. "You're catching on!" Summer reared also. "Yay!"
Dawn trotted threw the woods, the damp air felt good on her coat. She reared slightly, galloping, jumping over a few fallen logs, dodging some low branches. Then she burst into the clearing. A swarm of horses stood there. She froze in panic.