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Post by Gary Taylor on Nov 26, 2007 20:27:59 GMT
*I walk around the grounds, as if I am used to being here. But I definetly wasn't. It was HUGE out here. Trees, bushes. Even a fountain... A fountain! I run over. It's a hot day and when I feel it's temperature its luke warm. I smile with relief. A bucket now...*
Hmm... *I see a tool shed nearby and go over. Looks like lucks on my side today, a bucket sits outside! I take it and start washing it using a nearby cold-tap because it's filthy.*
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Post by Gary Taylor on Nov 26, 2007 20:34:09 GMT
*When it's clean I walk over to the fountain. I quickly look around to make sure no-one's watching me and take a scoop from the luke-warm water. I then shuffle back to the stable with the bucket of water. I'll wash the black horse quickly when I get back.*
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