‘What about Copper Cure?’
Smith pulled a face, and Apple Rose giggled beside her.
‘Alright, fair enough,’ she conceded, ‘he is a bit...tall.’
‘Lanky,’ nodded Smith. ‘Like one of those whaddayercallits.’
‘Giraffes!’ Apple Rose exclaimed. ‘Like—like—’
‘Mooooooooo-oooo!’ said Smith, ‘Like—’ she strained her neck as far as it would go, ‘Moooooooooooooo-oooooo!’
They fell about laughing till Ma’s hoofsteps sounded outside, shutting them up quick.
‘Come on, your turn,’ said Apple Rose. Smith frowned and ran through in her head every colt she knew. She didn’t really know why they were talking about this, but it was actually kind of fun.

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