We came across these beautiful, unbroken steeds in an open field.

Luckily, there happened to be a racetrack nearby.

Fetlocks flowing, we raced around and around with childlike glee.

But as we rounded the final bend, we hear a braying and neighing from the side of the track. Our steeds, obeying this call, leapt the fences and ran into what seemed to be an empty ranch.

Perhaps this place was not deserted after all.

And suddenly, another call came to us from inside the ranch.

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