Julip Tails
Dear Horse

I RECEIVED THIS VIA EMAIL FROM A FRIEND AND HAVE NO IDEA OF THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR, BUT IT IS VERY FUNNY!

Dear Horse,

I love you very much, and I truly cherish your presence in my life. I would never wish to criticise you in any way. However, there are a few trivial details regarding our relationship that I think might bear your consideration.

First of all, I am already aware that horses can run faster than I can. I do not need you to demonstrate that fact each time I come to get you in from the field.

Please remember that I work long and hard to earn the money to keep you in the style to which you have become accustomed. In return, I think you should at least pretend to be glad to see me, even when I'm carrying a bridle instead of a bucket of feed.

It should be fairly obvious to you that I am a human being who walks on only two legs. I do not resemble a scratching post. Do not think that, when you rub your head against me with 1,000 pounds of force behind it, I believe that it wasn't your intention to send me flying. I am also aware that stomping on my toes while you are pushing me around is nothing but adding injury to insult.

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Open Day Story

This is the story that Annabel wrote for the Open Day Programme, to tie in with the day and the launch of our new horses!

It had been a busy day at the Julip Yard. Annabel had been whipping everyone into shape for the Julip Yard Open Day and Show the next day, and the horses were getting excited! The Julip Yard horses weren't going to compete, however they had many friends expected to turn up.

In the meantime, Annabel had mentioned there was to be surprise on the day, and all were wondering what it would be.

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Nutmeg’s Story

NutmegThe gales screamed around the cottage and made the rain lash against the windows. It sounded like someone was throwing pebbles against the glass. Nicola lay on her bed staring at the ceiling.

‘Nicola!’ her Mum called up the stairs.

‘What!’ Nicola yelled back, knowing perfectly well she was going to get into trouble for shouting back. Why was it OK for parents to shout at you, but then expect you to actually come and find them?

‘Nicola! Come here.’ came the predicted reply.

Nicola hauled her slim, 14 year body off the bed and plodded downstairs.

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