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The Good News
The door to the barn opened and Laura Cutler walked in. Cutler entered quietly, gingerly, almost on tip-toes, but there was little need. It was late, and no one was left in the barn except the animals. The laborers had long gone, and the dairy cows were now asleep at their end of the barn. Stanley, on the other hand, was awakened to something he smelled in the air. Awake in his stall, and facing toward the tractor alley and bulkhead, he spied out his left eye the blonde-haired woman as she made her way his way.
“Hello big guy,” she said and ran her hand over the white star patch on his otherwise black nose. “What should I call you, Whitey? Star of wonder, Star bright? I told you I’d be back, but what difference does it make, you’re a horse?”
He snorted.
“Bless you, Wh
