Alone In The Big Leagues

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Prologue

I point to the big Dapple Grey. "That one," I say, happy as could be. Father makes a face. I stare at him, wondering what it was for.

"What about the big black one," he suggests. I shake my head, knowing that the big black one was not meant to be my best friend for life.

"I want the Dapple Grey." I say again. Father doesn't look pleased, but he pulls out his wallet any ways.

I still stand at the fence, looking at my new best friend. Father comes back with a man who looks very happy. I look at them, wondering what's next. The man goss to get my new best friend and brings him out.

I reach my hand out and stroke his strong neck before they load him into the trailer.

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