Morgan checked out the mare motel, gave it a few sniffs, and then we headed out.
The wind was blowing hard and Morgan stuck close to my shoulder.
Then Morgan's head shot up and she circled around me snorting loudly. I looked around and spotted a discarded couch with stuffing flapping around wildly in the wind.
Once I explained that the couch could not get us, she seemed a bit embarrassed. She tucked behind me and looked sheepish. You are the most adorable mare, ever.
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