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A beast, a species of any sort, will instinctively sense if a 17-hand high horse, bites, rears two hind feet to kick, or bites you, Pedinska, and who knows where? You would surely gallop back to O-Hi-O.
I stud-horse will gallop off to who knows where? Not even the revered, and ancient prophet, Allah knew... Maybe to Wabaton`gush? Miss P. Those brown banana's are freezable. Whatever.
What ever I was gonna say,`I forgot?
It's best, and it, a-bean-a-sumptin!
stumped me.o. amour-more a lucky?
more likely, stooped story.`a flopper.
Chores are done. Time to 'hit' the hay.
Hay! ok! hey. ay! horsey. or for a ox!
Who is not zonked? `O knock out me!
O me zonked O. O! `O clunk to dawn!
