Freds Grandparents From Old Stable
my grandparents are from the old stable, he whispered to my head.
I pretended to understand my friend, but he can be weird, Ted Fred.
they are a bit long in the face, but colorful and they are oat-fed.
they arrived, and I was surprised, for I had not realized he was a hybrid
So are they horses then? I asked, for they certainly looked like them.
They were dressed in human clothes, but their faces were rather grim.
When they laughed they neighed, they were lanky, tall and slim.
Yes, Fred said, and if you give them an apple you’ll see the best from them.
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