'The fat horse and I stared at one another with mutual doubts. Chubby and poorly coordinated he had tripped over his own immense feet as he squelched through the mud to inspect me. Just a youngster who had not yet finished growing, already he weighed three quarters of a ton. Nor could anyone have described him as handsome. His head was blocky and enormous. A pronounced Roman bump on his nose gave him a slightly comical and endearing expression as he peered at me through long eye lashes, though his eyes seemed far too small for that massive head. .. the stiff grey hair of his tangled mane was tangled and matted, with the consistency of a wire wool pot scourer. His tail, trimmed into a ridiculous bob, was a joke, an afterthought stuck on to his fat bottom.'
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