Markus, every time he hears me come through the main gate into the barnyard, comes to his gate, wanting into his stall. But he doesn't just pop his head over. First I hear the hooves. Then I see the whiskers, the tip of his nose, his nostril...
I say, "Hey, Markus," and only then does the head came all the way over. Every time. Same at night check. Accepting of strangers he is not. Oh, Widowmaker.
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