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>Patrick sighs and rolls onto his side, his banner >would flick his side every once in awhile, and his >dial would lift if he thought he heard something but >other than that the stud lay calmly and peacefully for >a time. It didn't take him long to raise to his >feathered limbs and begin grazing, grass clung to his >mane, tail and legs and a few green streaks marred his >white spots. > >Spice and Heir fidgeted and jockied for more attention >when when they recieved none they moved out into the >field not to play but to graze. > >Tainted raised her dial and moved over to the >fenceline a steady walk was really all she felt like >at the moment. When she made it to Amber she stuck her >large velvet muzzle over the fence and straight into >the crook of her neck and blew softly.

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