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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2012 5:52:14 GMT -5
Eleanor's black long riding boots crunched on the leaves underneath them. She peeked out from under her grey hat to scan the fields around her. She spotted Beauty who was sporting her beautiful blue turnout rug and grazing next to Kingfisher. Eleanor admired her exceptional figure and the way she held her head proudly. She kept walking down the path towards the crimson red barn. As she stepped inside the warm smell of hay hit her nose and immediately she ran down to the tack room. When she walked into it she traced the all to farmillir steps to Beauty's pegs. Eleanor grabbed the headcollar and leadrope from the peg and jogged off back down to the field. As the shrill whistle carried out across the field Beauty's head flew up and she wheeled around and cantered across the grass towards Eleanor. She let Eleanor slip the leather headcollar over her neck and then walked after her towards the barn.
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