Trigga und ich

Trigga und ich

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Diese Geschichte geht um Emma und ihr Pferd Trigga. Emma hat ein hartes Leben. Ihr Vater haut ab als sie 3 Jahre alt war und ihre Mutter ist seit dem nur auf Männer Suche. Emma entdeckt dieses Pferd in der Wildnes und verliebt sich sofort. Ihr Opa warnt sie vor diesem Pferd. Es soll schon ihn einem fast zum Boden gerissen und schwer verletzt haben. Wird sie es schaffen dieses Pferd zu zähmen oder scheitert sie an dieser Aufgabe ?
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