My dream horse

My dream horse

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On my 13th birthday my parents had saw the love I have for horses. So they decided that I could get my very own horse. My mom had told me I had to take good care of it if she had payed for the horse and bought it every thing I needed to take care of my horse. I had been going to horsemanship lessons since I was 7 so I thought I knew everything about horses. I had started reading up about them and trying to learn everything about the horses So my mom,dad and I had went down to a horse farm to go pick up a baby horse. I had seen the perfect horse. The horse was a chestnut hires with a black tail and brown eyes. We decided she was the horse. We could fit her in the back of the car because she was such a small filly. My dad and I has built a pen for her a little while ago. My parents had asked what her name was and it told them her new name is Princess. My mom didn't realize that we needed hay for her first. So we dropped Princess my dad and Me home while she picked up some hay.
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