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With approaching cold weather, Harry and Patrick agreed to retire all three of their ageing horses. They had all been faithful and often hardworking animals, not worthy of being put down when just beyond their prime; instead, they would be left to graze in peace on the old farm’s lush pasture.
However, as luck would have it, not long after a neighbouring couple and their three young children called in to introduce themselves armed with a cake and two bottles of homemade ginger beer.
When conversation casually gravitated to polite interest in their horses, the children almost went berserk, begging their parents to buy them. ‘Ooohh, come on Dad you’ve been promising us our own horses for years!’
‘Hang on a few ticks, kids,’ Harry intervened. ‘What makes you think they’re for sale? And
