“Oh, a horse is a horse, of course, of course—” Tim sang.
“Dude,” Ed sighed beneath him.
“And no one can talk to a horse, of course!” Cindy chimed.
Lyn looked to Ed. “Really, Cin?”
“Unless the horse is mine of course, because THEY ARE TRANSFORMED FRIENDS!”
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