Well, it was partly that I didn't trust the raccoon, but also fear. I mean, what would actually happen if I went over to the pony? What would happen when I pet it, and nuzzled it's pretty pretty mane? I wanted it so bad, and here it was, just being offered to me. It wanted me to come out and play. And I didn't. Still, the pony never wandered
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