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Early one morning, a Horse – shining bronze in colour with a jet–black, leather saddle on its back – galloped over the dusty ground. “Good day,” greeted the Horse in a sophisticated tone, “Come along and trot with us.”“I can’t run,” Cheetah replied.
“Everyone can run,” muttered the Horse as it trotted away to tell the others.
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Early one morning, a Horse – shining bronze in colour with a jet–black, leather saddle on its back – galloped over the dusty ground. “Good day,” greeted the Horse in a sophisticated tone, “Come along and trot with us.”“I can’t run,” Cheetah replied.
“Everyone can run,” muttered the Horse as it trotted away to tell the others.