Nestled in the paddocks, opposite a small bush school, a family home of brick veneer stood.
Around the house, a home yard, with large gardens and a fence kept out cows and kangaroos, alike.
A horse with a blonde mane and tail, often could be seen at the gate. As four children raced around the gardens, her large ears pricked forward. One ear flicked off a fly, as the little mare fixed her eyes on the smallest and youngest child.
The youngest child, a brown haired girl, reached up a hand, and patted the outstretched nose.
‘Bread, Jaz?’ she asked.
Mouth watering, the little mare whickered in response.
The child procured a crust from behind her back.
‘Here, Jaz,’ and the girl held the crust, as the mare’s tongue reached out and the large teeth took it from the girl’s hand.
An older girl, with the same shade of hair, but taller, stopped her race around the house.
‘Stacey, how is Jaz?’ she called to her younger sister.
‘Trudy, she’s beautiful,’ answered Stacey.
‘Can you come inside now? Mum is calling us.’
‘Can I stay a little longer?’
‘No. Mum has dinner on the table already.’
The younger girl gave Jaz one more pat on the nose.
‘I will be back,’ she promised.
The little mare flicked her tail and breathed on the girl’s hand, as if to say, goodbye.
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