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angry. He started pawing the ground,

rearing, snorting, and trumpeting a

challenge to Cashmere.

As for Cashmere, he didn’t seem

too sure that he liked the attention.

He kept backing away. But the more

timid he became, the more irresistible

he seemed to the mares. They

nuzzled and sniffed him. Finally, he

turned, pushed his way out of the

center of the huddle, and headed full

speed across the pasture. The mares

took off after him, but within seconds

he was far ahead.

When he reached the far fence

and turned, they also turned. Each

time he reached a new fence and

turned, they turned right where they

were as if they were running at his

side. It was as if they were making a

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