GO! (four)

four

For a short while, Alice counted "one, two, three, go, four." Later she had a better grip on numbers until they got large. She asked Al how old he was on one birthday, and then laughed and laughed, telling him there was no such number as 43. 

It was brutally cold last night, into the single (farenheit) digits. The horses were all standing carefully on the frozen ground, all their visible coat standing out to hold in as much heat as possible. Kaboose is one of the few who is not routinely blanketed; she has a serious coat, courtesy of her Quebecois childhood, but even she was wearing a windproof sheet to keep in an extra layer of warmth. 


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