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quite a while, happily chewing every

piece. Without us saying anything,

he turned and ran around the pasture

again. When he got back, he reached

out his nose expectantly.

“Sorry, Boy,” I said. “I don’t

have any more apples.” He seemed

disappointed, but appeared to

understand.

As we continued to pet him,

Hannah suddenly noticed his front

knees. “What happened to his legs?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. It

looks like some kind of injury that

didn’t heal correctly. Maybe Brenda

can tell us more when she comes.”

We petted him a little bit longer,

and then decided to head to the zoo.

As we left, he grew anxious, and

whinnied and whinnied. As we drove

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