Darcy trod on a screw. Five little words which, if Darcy was anything other than a thoroughbred horse, might signify nothing more dramatic than a rummage through the medicine cabinet and the application of a plaster.
But of course Darcy is a thoroughbred horse. And I did end up mothering equine and not human children.
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