An Old Grey Mare
“She’s a gentle horse,” the old Hungarian said to me as he stroked the neck of a placid-looking grey mare. “She pulls a bit – just don’t be too hard on her mouth.”
“Oh and when she starts cantering she might put in a tiny joyful little buck, just to show she is enjoying herself, nothing to worry about.”
The Hungarian’s to…
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