My one friend spent the night and she had a very old, 60 year old, pony, not kidding. Well while she was at my house we were sleeping and she woke me up at 11:00 and said "Harlee, I think Blossom is dead." We decided to go back to bed and when we woke up the next morning my grams came in and said "Tricia and Harlee, I'm sorry but Blossom died last night." When we went to the barn, we found out that Blossom died at 11:00. Freaky..?
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