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Having raced down to the track with everyone else, Ivory had mananged to procure a decent nice looking wooden horse for herself. One without splinters and that looked well cared for. Just like a real horse.
Smiling at its pearly color with blue mane, she held it close to herself and whispered it words of encouragement. A pep talk of sorts. That's what trainers did after all right?
And a horse trainer she was. Well at least a wooden horse trainer for the moment. Dressed in her favorite faded jeans, boots, flannel shirt, and cowboy hat and bandanna to boot, she felt as prepared as she could be.
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