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Brown haired short, in the farmers green and gold. We are trotting heading towards a gallop. Suddenly thrown to the softened earth light gleaming off her chestnut coat. Shadows splayed on the walls. I am excited and scared excited and scared Scared shouts, nose snorting slowly the sounds of receding hooves. I stare for a moment and wonder, What had spooked her? mean old mare mean old mare Giddiness over comes me, and very slowly I begin to giggle. Fear coils in my belly at what could have been, but excitement and releif place tiredness into my system. And I succumb to the deep slumber. I was excited and scared excited and scared