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bucket hit the ground, it bounced a

couple of times, spilling staples

everywhere.

It wasn’t as bad as it could have

been, but still I had to dig through dirt

and grass to retrieve as many as

possible. I didn’t want them getting

into the horses’ hooves. I was still

hard at it when Cashmere finished his

run and came sauntering up, acting

like he should have an apple.

He whinnied to me. “Oh, right,” I

said. “You think I’m going to give

you an apple when you spilled all of

my staples?”

Cashmere hung his head briefly,

then looked up at me and whinnied.

“Oh, no, you’re not forgiven that

quickly. You’ve been a naughty,

naughty horse.”

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