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A Herd of Wild Mustang

“Lie down, Amadeus,” the man said, and gave the animal a kind of shoving kick or kicking shove in the ribs with his boot.

The ancient Irish Wolfhound raised a sad eyebrow and then cowed arthritically back to its corner, where it eased itself with a doggy sigh onto its dirty blanket.

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