I think the old guy looks like magic in the rising sun today, don't you? His name is Jock, I've been told. He's out here in our field with a brown girl horse and a black girl horse, and they drive him batty. Apparently pesky girls are not solely a human problem. The brown horse is especially pleased with herself, and judging by the way she flings her tail around (looking for all the world like an air-headed teenager with one of those ridiculously pretty pony-tails ... which is etymologically suitable, eh? (I love that word - etymology ...)) The brown and black horses often bother old white Jock, and chase him from one end of the field to the other, looking as if they just wanna tell him something ... c'mon, Jock ... talk to us ...But today he's all alone, glowing in the frosty sunshine. Maybe he got rid of the girls by using his magic powers this morning.
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He looks so beautiful and vulnerable.
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