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I said to myself, “Cashmere, what

are you doing?”

Cashmere grew more anxious and

desperate in his whinnies as the mares

approached. Finally, just as they

moved up close, Cashmere moved

around to the other side of Tor and

pushed him toward the mares. Tor

seemed as confused as I was. It was

as if Cashmere was saying, “You

want them, you got them.”

The mares tried to push past Tor,

but Cashmere kept Tor between him

and them as much as possible. Then,

suddenly, he broke free and headed

around the pasture again.

I wondered if he would ever get

tired of running, but he never seemed

to. He would only give himself time

to rest, and he was ready to go again.

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