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Is there a place I can call home? A place for me, a place for my heart? In my brain I must work... day and night. Night and day. But in my heart I am free, free on the open range....
"Hey, boy, how ya doin'?" Finally, I thought, restlessly, James is here. He'll take care of me. James was a young stable boy who loved me dearly. He was the only one who cared for me. "Let me see if I can get this creme onto your wound. Don't squeal, though, `cause it may hurt..." as James applied the creme, I held back a desperate cry of pain. It hurts! I whinnied quietly. "There ya go, perdy boy," James lifted his hand, which, had blood spread all over it. "But I may need to get quite a few band-aids to take care of that blood. If you lose too much, you may die." Oh, James, I thought, why do you neglect yourself and instead care for me? James was such a kind boy. He let his clotches shribble, and cared for me instead of patching the holes and making new clothing.