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| "I shall call him Noel Joy", and she smiles (Oh yes, horses smile!) while she nuzzles her sweet colt encouraging him as he shakily begins to stand. |
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| "Mother?" he questions with his eyes as he looks at her in wonder. |
| "Yes, little one, I am your mother", she replies, then strokes his face and ears with her velvet tongue. |
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