By VIRGINIA SHAW GENTHNER
Paisley walked gingerly toward Pudge. She could tell he was unsure about her arrival.
Paisley was a beautiful pony. She stood about 13.2 hands and was a brilliant chestnut color with a white blaze.
“Hi, I’m Paisley”, she said to Pudge.
Pudge turned slightly toward her and replied, “I’m Pudge”.
“Nice to meet you” said Paisley.
“Suuure…” said Pudge.
Paisley could tell Pudge wasn’t into chatting.
Within a few minutes the barn kids were strolling up the hill towards the paddock to meet Paisley.
Paisley greeted them happily, enjoying the attention after a long trip.
Pudge looked on unimpressed.
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