You All Know The Drill
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It was a beautiful day out and the big red stallion was again in the clearing again. It had been been a while since he had last seen the white mare and a lot had happened since then. His son, Rhapsody, had grown since then and was able to be on his own, though he tended to still stay at the teepee and not wonder off; unless it was at night. But the one thing that hadn't changed was his thoughts about the mare, Glow. He had continued to think about her and wondered when he would ever get to see her again.