© James Pyles
Daniel put the yo-yo back in his pocket as he reached the fenced pasture. The only horse he knew by name was Champion. The ten year old pulled up some grass from his side of the fence and coaxed the horse over. Of course the three others started moving toward him as well.
“Just came to say good-bye, old boy.” He patted the horse on the nose. “I mean, now that you’re just a horse again and everything.”
Suddenly, Champion and the other horses started acting spooked and moved away from him.
“What the…”
“It’s probably me, Daniel.”
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