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Morning Star Stables: Continued!

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Kacey was at the stables. Golden sunlight poured over the cobblestones. She walked up to what looked like an office. A lady was sitting at the desk. S


Kacey was at the stables. Golden sunlight poured over the cobblestones. She walked up to what looked like an office. A lady was sitting at the desk. She looked up. “Hello, I’m Nicole. Who are you?” “I’m Kacey Tomlinson. I’m your new stable hand.” Kacey said. Nicole looked pleased. “Ah! That makes sense. You’re punctual. I like that. Also, you can call me Nicky. I own the stables. We have another stable hand, but he needed help. We have a big stable here.” Kacey nodded. “Cool. What’s his name?” Nicole smiled, “His name is Louis.” “I guess I’ll get to work,” Kacey said as she walked away. Two girls walked by, chatting enthusiastically. A horse ran by Kacey very sneakily. At least that wasn’t weird, though Kacey. As she was walking she ran into somebody carrying lots of saddles. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you,” she said as she looked up to see who she was talking to. A tall young man with piercing blue eyes was looking down at her. “Well, the saddles wouldn’t pick up themselves,” he said. “I’m Kacey. I’m the new stable hand,” she said, holding out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Kacey. I’m Louis. It will be a pleasure to work with you.” he said, smiling at her. Kacey smiled. “Let me help you pick those saddles up,” she said, eager to help. They carried the saddles to the spacious tack room. The saddles shone temptingly as if they were daring people to use them. The sun shone across the floor and lit up the sparkling saddles. It streamed over Kacey’s glossy brown hair and onto her riding boots. “This is a beautiful stable,” she said. Louis smiled and led her to the stalls. “First, we need to muck these out,” he told her. “Got it. At least there aren’t a lot of stalls,” she said sarcastically.

Savanna was bored. Her parents had insisted that she go to this small little island. It was right next to some other little island where the only exciting thing that happened was some horse getting stolen at a little stable. A certain stable is called Bright Fields. She was walking along a little wooded path. It was fall and the leaves were bright shades of yellow, red, and other autumny colors. She came to a sign that said “Morning Star Stables-Next left.” That sounds interesting, she thought. She turned left and came to a beautiful stable complex. Horses were grazing, birds were chirping, and it was a beautiful autumn day. She walked up the driveway.


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