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Life's hurdles  

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Life's hurdles The dim clouds hang in the sodden sky like filthy cotton wool. The wind is biting, and chills me to my core. I wipe what remains of the sandman's apparatus from my eye and quake in the cold. My riding boots are sucked down into the mud. I'm sinking. With considerable force I pull my footwear out, making a strident slurping noise as I do so. My jodhpurs cling as the rain saturates my clothing. I feel naked. I survey the scene. Obnoxious brats with riding crops and spurs before me; ponies lustrous from hours of grooming nudging their adolescent owner's pockets for sugar lumps and mint imperials. Excitable murmurs circulate about the forthcoming trial. Occasionally they take a fleeting look my way, disapproval apparent on their plump little faces. No use looking at me like that, I think, I'm going to beat you anyway. I squelch around to the stable door and...

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