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A slight breeze whispers through the grass in the late afternoon sun, blowing his main and tail into soft waves as he munches softly on the tufts of green blades. His large brown eyes are relaxed, his eyelashes glowing in the light. He lifts one foot and stomps it back down to shoo a fly away. Warm air wafts rythmically in and out of his nose and he snorts every once in a while to clear out the dust.

            

Over the wooden fence are rolling green hills and small farms dotted with oak trees. The only road for a few miles has a single car rolling over it- a ’97 black Chevy pickup- disappearing and reappearing from behind the trees. It slows and turns onto a dirt and gravel road, kicking clouds of dust into the air behind it. As the pickup comes to a stop in front of the wooden fence, his right ear flicks backward and his eyebrow lifts. The door opens and a young woman hops out wearing jean shorts, a white tank top, and sneakers, her hair shining golden in the sun and riding on the breeze.

              
At the sound of her voice he lifts his head and turns. At the sound of his voice she smiles.