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"You can do Springs, just add these, and competition feed in the blue barrel. 2 scoops only please" she handed him the supplements.
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Peter nodded, glad to be of some use. He went to feed the mare.
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She walked out and opened Troubles stall door, placing it inside and locking the stall again. She heard a truck outside and smiled.
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Peter gave Spring the feed and patted her softly. He looked up in surprise when he heard a vehicle approaching.
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She walked out, a 12-stall horse trailer pulled up. She walked to the driver to sign something, the friesian stallion poked his head out and snorted softly.
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Peter secured Spring's stall and peered outside curiously.
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"My dad needs to stop buying me horses" the 17hh stallion was led out, his mane almost touching his knees. Jules jaw dropped as he walked out.
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"Wow!" Peter gasped too. The Friesian was magnificent. Not that Peter wasn't concerned about Jules having yet another horse to look after when she really ought to be taking it easy. Even if she didn't agree.
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She was handed the lead rope, all she did was stare. she looked at his registration papers and whistled "Power huh? Nice name for you".
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"He is a stunner. Are you going to show him too?" Peter asked her as he admired Power.
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