Survivor's Pasture

Survivor waited patiently for Ava to unclip his lead. He nuzzled her shoulder, happy to be turned loose, and took off in the Fall sunshine. He galloped around his pasture, rolling in the thick grass under the Cottonwood trees. He stood and shook himself off, then began grazing. A light breeze ruffled his black-and-white coat, and he looked up. He whinnied into the air, wishing for once that he had a companion.


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