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"Maybe dressage or in-hand" she petted his long mane.
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"He sure looks like a winner!" Peter smiled "Do you have a stall ready?"
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Ya, its the double-large in the back" she led him in and he nickered to all.
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Peter followed them inside. He hoped that Trouble wouldn't be jealous of having another stallion here.
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Trouble snorted at him, Power pinned his ears back at him. Jules kept him walking, not really wanting a fight in the middle of the aisle.
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Peter watched with concern. He really liked both of the stallions so hoped they could learn to get on. But their owner meant even more to him.
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Jules let him go in his stall, she backed away and watched the stallion sniff around.
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Peter sighed with relief that the stallion hadn't acted up more. He'd been worried Jules might get pulled/knocked over. He watched Power settling in.
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She set in to pack for the show, she sat down to shine her boots and saddle.
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"Any more jobs for me?" Peter asked. Of course he was limited in what he could do with one hand. But he still wasn't sure Jules should be using hers much either.
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