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(I got the name from one of my sister's virtual horses, on a website called BellaSara. She has more than 70 of those horses.)
The man pulled into a farm. It was almost instantly seen as better than Don Phillips' - there were large, fenced pastures with good grass, several small orchards of apple trees where the horses could eat the red fruit as they pleased, and good-sized barns that were mostly just for shelter and sleeping space - the horses roamed the day anywhere they pleased, unless there was a storm.
The man drove up to a barn a distance away from the others. "This is where we put the new arrivals, and where they get checked out by the vet," he informed the horses wen he opened the doors. "C'mon out, now, and see your new home."
Ceratos walked inside. He was curious, but scared.
The roomy stall the man led the three into was clean with no doubt; the wooden walls were scrubbed so much that there was hardly a speck of dirt on them; the floor was covered with a thick layer of fresh straw; and as soon as they entered, a stablehand rushed to fill a haynet and a bucket of water.
"Beddar den de udder blace we was ad," Prisma said cheerfully, walking the edges of the stall.
