Their first day out

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Odyssey trotted along side his mother Amarillo proudly. He had his fathers blood which caused him to strut like him and be a wild free spirit. Nearly a month old he was already tall and strong with an attitude from hell but only two could put him in his place. He was a beautiful deep bay with a jet black mane and tail which would soon grow out to be like his sire's. What little fluff of a tail he had he bolted off, jumping and prancing around wanting to play with others when his mother let him go.

Katana was different, shy but she had an attitude when pushed. She watched he brother jump and skip around, looking up to her mother Silver with her big brown eyes she whinned softly asking if she could go play as well. She looked like her father, white but had a small hint of silver through out her coat. With her little tiny tail high in the air she pranced to her brother and gave him a nip before she ran off letting out a squeal of joy.

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The hot summer sun was high in the pale blue sky. it was a blazing hot day, as usual. After all, it was mid-afternoon. Not many horses were insane enough to be out and about at mid-afternoon on a typical summer day. Everything seemed to be cooking under the blazing sun, and to make everything worse, the only winds that blew were the warm, unpredictable southern winds that brought dry debris to heckle eyes.

But, there was a mare out this particular afternoon. The Golden Lady tossed her creamy, light mane, and came into Mare Lake at the very peculiar Fox Trot, a gait which no other breed was famous for. Princess was proud of being a Missouri Fox Trotter, and Fox Trotted everywhere. She was not a very vain personality in general, but the glamorous life she had led previously did no good in keeping her humble.

Although she held her head jauntily high, as if she was in the show ring, she was miserable inside. She had no idea where she was, or how close her home, the stable, was. Pale blue eyes scanned the sky that was of almost the exact same hue as she tried to hold back tears. Where were all her friends, her fellow show horses? Where were the kindly stable hands? And why was she here, of all places?

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Blue Wings trotted into the clearing. She was a new mare to the land, a beautiful whit efleabitten mare with crystal blue eyes. She walked on a little, just watching the others. She was a little nervous being in a new herd and being in heat