Pat the horse—for overheard joke about a glue factory is up-kicking angst as a summum malum.

Stay near the neigh when the harlequinade asks the jester to tumble elegantly over the equine.

Care for the mare as if it were a king’s first-born sun—by providing it circumstellar affirmations—soothing sounds around its crown.

Nuzzle the muzzle with a palm of calm as a sanguine stamp of certainty that touched face will win the race. ; )

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