Ottawa looked up and hid her smile. "Hello." she said in reply to the stallion. She lifted her head and got a good look at him. He looked pretty young, though probably older than her.
[Both mine are lone mares until they find herds.]
"Lamb, tell me a story."
"There once was a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely."
"Why was it lonely?"
"All things must meet this man, so they shunned him."
"Did he chase them all?"
"He took an axe and split himself in two. Right. Down. The middle."
"So he would always have a friend?"
"So he would always have a friend."

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