Aware of your presence, the sturdy pony flicks its shaggy head, revealing bright eyes beneath a corn silk mane. The instant you turn away, it sneakily delves its velvety snout into an unguarded saddlebag—a cheeky quest for oats. You scold, relocating the bag. Undeterred, the pony whinnies softly and playfully prances, conveying a silent plea for a treat and a comforting exchange of gentle words.
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