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straighten it enough for it to be

usable.

Most of the time when I climbed

into Dader’s pen to clean out his

small barn, he ignored me. But on

the fourth weekend, as I started this

task, he stood at the other end of his

pen snorting and rearing. I kept an

eye on him, but he didn’t come any

closer. I wondered if Jackie or

Patches was in heat, ready to be bred,

and that was making him anxious.

The next two weeks he did the

same thing, but always kept his

distance. On the seventh weekend,

Brenda was gone, so I was working

alone. As usual, I climbed into

Dader’s pen to clean, and, this time,

he didn’t seem anxious at all. He

stood at the other end, chewing on a

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