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“Maybe it is the apples,” the first

man said as the others nodded in

agreement. “Do you have any

more?”

I pulled one from my pocket and

tossed it to him. The man approached

the fence, holding out the apple at

arm’s length. “Here, boy. I have an

apple for you.”

Cashmere saw him, turned toward

him, and reared, snorting and

whinnying, his ears laid back against

his head. I jumped back, shocked at

his sudden anger. As he rose high in

the air, the man fearfully fell back so

fast that he tumbled to his back.

Cashmere screamed out threateningly

again and reared once more, and the

man scrambled far away from the

fence, cursing and screaming. “That

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