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Americus whinnied in pain, and pretended to lose it. He rammed against the stall door recklessly, kicking his legs, not thinking about what would happen later.
The two-legs caught the small running colt. The tied a rope around his neck. "Get the darts!" One said, as they got ready to shoot if he ran again.
Tears streamed down Aspens cheeks.
(Is he still in the stall?)