On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A বছর পূর্বে she had been প্রদত্ত a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so স্থূলবুদ্ধি বাচাল ব্যক্তি did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny কোট and strong flanks. She had called him Darsor. Technically he was a black Andalusion breed, a typical warhorse, very loyal and sturdy. She picked up a কারি comp from the দেওয়াল and started from Darsor’s neck to comb in fluid movements. She was so involved she didn’t notice Arthur coming in the stables...
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