Now it's winter's start 2013.
It’s foggy, it’s raining.
And the white horse has died.
She lived in the meadow at the top of the track from and to the house.
She is lying in the middle of the meadow, another horse standing beside ,watching over, wondering why she doesn’t rise.
He has not moved for three days.
The house nearby is empty, the people who live there do not know what has happened.
I do.
It is raining.
The three of us are wet.
I stroked them both.
I gave him an apple.
I rang the Mayor.
I do not know what to do.
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If the watch-horse goes away, nature will surely take over. It always does. Birds, foxes... they are more effective than the mayor.
but i have to watch that! And i'm vegetarian!
oh babe thats hard
if I had some glue I would stick the horses feet back on
life is hard sometimes
big hug to brown horse
Didn't someone say "glue keeps it all together."
Maybe in this case it's not what is needed.
It's the brown one - Chocolate - that i'm worried about.
I went there this morning and he stops and stands and stares at the corpse of his friend.
We gave him carrots and an apple.
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