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At the end of each day, Nina would bring all of the brood mares and their foals into the barn. All of the horses knew which side of the barn they were supposed to go to- all except one little foal. Or maybe that foal knew which way to go but just decided to have a little fun. Every day a little chestnut filly, with four perfect stockings and a white blaze, would trot off to go exploring on the other side of the barn.
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