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When we reached the final corral, a
young Arabian stallion snorted and
pawed the ground. “This is Dader,”
Brenda said.
Dader watched us suspiciously for
a time, and then slowly approached.
He cautiously reached his head
between the pole rail fence. I held
out an apple to him, and he slowly
moved toward it like he would take it
from me. He moved closer and
closer, and then, at the last instant, he
turned his head and clamped his teeth
around my wrist.
He jerked back hard and fast,
catching me by surprise and
slamming me hard into the pole
fence, holding me there. I dropped
the apple as he clamped his teeth
even tighter. Brenda yelled and
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