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Kari was born and raised on a small farm in Ohio, her owners were farmers who had overworked her much too often. One day she was out in the searing heat, it was the usual work. Pulling a cart full of hay from the hay room to the stables. That happened to be a two mile trip. It was just too much for Kari in the heat. As her ankles were kicked to keep going, she had to continue. She was right in front of the shade of the stables when the sun had gotten even hotter than it was. She moved very sluggishly, then suddenly her pupils dilated. She just stood there, her heart had given out in the heat. She did not fall, her soul just awoke in the night outside her grave. She looked around herself to see she was a ghost, she wandered to the cliffs outside her home and looked to the moon. She knew she was dead, to never have a fair chance at having a good home . . .