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| Takin the door to the horses, a male centour meets you. He leads you to the medow were the horses run free. "Whach were you step and let them aproch you." He tells you, as he moves to rest in the shade of a tree. |
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| A herd of ponies and horses run past you. They stop, serounding you. All coming up to you to be patted. |
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| An odd winged horse comes to you, looking lost. It lets you pet it and then it walks way. |
| Do you know who made me? |
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