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Warmth- Gratitude

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My horse whinnies when he sees me- he has a thin coating of snow on his back already and he's pacing, blowing steam. He's cold. Sherlock snuffles his warm breath and icy whiskers at my hands looking for the mint, and takes it. I throw the blanket over his back, unfolding it, searching for the snaps of the front. I clip those just before another horse comes looking for treats and Sherlock bites him and drives him off. The blanket slides but the front is closed and it doesn't fall too badly. "Whoa!" And he stands while I straighten the blanket, crouch to reach under him for the flapping belly straps that he sometimes kicks at, but not today. "Whoa, stand there, stand, good boy," I chant softly. I grab the swinging strap, twist the T into its matching U to hold it firm, grab the other, twist it in, and stand back, rubbing my hands. Sherlock reaches back, feeling for me with his lips as he can't see me where I am, and I get another mint from my pocket, feel the lips take it, and enjoy the smell as he crunches it.

numb fingers fumbling
at cold buckles-
horse blanket secure
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