Zack walked out into the pasture meadow to pick a few apples. He carried a ladder so that he wouldn’t have to jump for them. Sampson tagged along, walking behind him and keeping him company. It had been a warm summer day, but the sun would be setting soon. The temperature had cooled to perfection, and the meadow was green and inviting.
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The day was hot and Moose was bored. He had been put into this little square pen to hang out, while other horses were being worked. No toys. No playmates. There was not even a nice tree to provide him with some shade and a few branches to scratch on. Moose milled about the little pen, wondering what to do. It was one of those dog days of summer that make us all feel like melted marshmallows. Suddenly, Moose got an idea. A wonderful, playfully cool idea. For some horseplay… Read more…
Moose might just want to become my administrative assistant. Or perhaps administrative… service horse. Now that he has found a way to pick this cup up, he only needs to learn how to fill and deliver it with minimal spilling. He stands 18 hands high. Do you think I could get him onto a plane, if I explained that he is my administrative service horse?