A gray tobiano mare slid down a beach dune. It wasn't overly graceful, but she never wavered nor stumbled.
Ears perked up, she trotted towards the shoreline. Three people, clearly siblings, were sitting there on a log of driftwood, a couple of fishing rods stuck in the sand and a nice parasol above. A few coolers sat heavy behind them. Today's catch was a bountiful one, though not yet the amount they'd aimed for. But the day was still long, the weather nice and the company good.
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