Feed bag had always been filled with oats of yum. Now, these xerophilic noshes are thorned and even too harsh for scum.

If farmer is exonerated regarding this heinous charge, he will need to close eyes behind equine’s hind legs at large.

Then, from spiritdom, grower may decide not to spook—for error in judgment was, indeed, just a fluke.

Trotting under azure sky dances in hours of wet droplets. Grains will grow again and tongue will twist around tasties it gets. ; )

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