Rather tragic that the mustang is enclosed in a space 24' by 24', but rules are rules. Pastis thinks so too. He knocked his gate in a desperate attempt to flee from captivity. That's my boy. So off the wild prairies of winterville he went, with only a lunge line to hold him back. Geometry isn't a horse's forte but after a while the notion of a circle / ellipse made enough sense to stop for the day. Then it was time to play with the herd of tiny terrors. Supervised playtime.


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