The Flock Have come.

[Liliana Utina]

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Liliana Utina
Some pretty lyric goes here trallala

Liliana smiled at the girls enthusiasm for learning, and watched her put the saddle on the horse with almost ease. She smiled but kept until the girl asked what to do next.

“Ok you now take the belt, and pull it through this, i will help you by getting it part way around her and you can buckle the belt, but make sure it’s just right not too tight but not too loose ok?”

She moved to the side that had the belt hanging almost to the floor and wrapped it over Grace’s belly. The horse shifted a little, she was used to the saddle, but not the process Liliana was going trhough, she usually did this herself, Then she waited for the girl to grab the other side before she would go around her and watch, talking to the horse to let her know everything was fine.

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