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APRIL 2007 • VOLUME 20 • © HORSES For LIFE™ Magazine  “Aunt Nancy, can I please please pleeeeease ride your horse?” Allison looked up at me through her glasses. “I brought my helmet.” Clifford had just been turned loose in the yard to mow the good grass, and he had been squealing and bucking before settling down to graze. I thought he probably wouldn't appreciate the interruption. But Allison didn't own a horse, and she lived seven hours from me, up in Gladstone. She didn't get a whole lot of opportunity to ride. "Sure, you can ride him. Hey, Cliffy!" Up popped his blazed face, and his ears perked forward with interest as he ambled over to us. I led him into the barn and tacked him up. Despite the fact that he had been playing earlier, I knew I had nothing to worry about. He would take good care of the little girl. I didn’t bother to warm him up, though part of me wondered if he’d find a way to make a statement.
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