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Tonight, I'll be continuing a story that has been requested by quite few listeners of the podcast.

I will be continuing Black Beauty by Anna Sour.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 7.

Ginger

One day when Ginger and I were standing alone in the shade, we had a great deal of talk.

She wanted to know all about my bringing up and breaking in, and I told her.

Well, said she, if I had had your bringing up, I might have had as good a temper as you,

but now I don't believe I ever shall.

Why not? I said. Because it has been all so different with me, she replied. I never had anyone,

horse or man, that was kind to me, or that I cared to please, for in the first place I was taken for my mother

as soon as I was weaned, and put with a lot of other young colts. None of them cared for me,

and I cared for none of them. There's no kind master like yours to look after me and talk to me

and bring me nice things to eat. The man that had care of us

never gave me a kind word in my life. I do not mean that he ill-used me, but he did not care for us

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