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"The skeleton I found, was a Viking woman. I had to call the cops, just to be safe about it. They did a DNA analysis, bone and dental analysis." She responded. |
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"Oh wow, didn't know vikings used to live here." He pointed out, listening. |
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"Neither did I, until then." She responded. |
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He nodded, Nirvana snorting loudly from his stall. The colt neighed, the sound carrying loudly. "Seems somebody's throwing a fit, most likely mine." Marco mused, standing and walking over to the barn. |
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"Hey, at least he has personality." She grinned. |
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"Ain't wrong about that," He called back, chuckling and seeing what Nirvana was up to. Turns out he had cast himself in his stall, shavings sticking out of his mane. "Now how did you even do that is the question. . ." Marco muttered, pushing the horse up before brushing off the shavings, haltering him and going out to the arena to practice in-hand work. |
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She was also in the barn, checking on her horses, especially her pregnant mares, and the foals. "There we go. Good girl." She murmured, patting a heavily pregnant jet black Percheron mare. "Good girl, Thalia." |
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Marco started working on teaching him how to pivot, the colt getting it for a few steps before forgetting it. The man patted the horse's neck, lining back up and trying again. |
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One of the little foals, a pretty little Knabstrupper colt, walked over, peeking his head through the fence. He squealed, tail swishing. |
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Nirvana spooked, bolting off. Marco dug his heels into the dirt, getting dragged for a few feet before the colt stopped, walking back to his owner and nuzzling his hand for treats. "You biggie, i'm all out." The man chuckled, reaching into his other pocket and grabbing one, the colt gladly snatching it out of his hand. The two lined up once more, eventually getting it. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
