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If it seemed like Ed was deep in thought (and the frown might have given that away), that was because he was. There was a sense of impending doom lodged in the pit of his stomach and no amount of tack cleaning was making it go away. Nonetheless, it made him try all the more harder to fix his problems by ignoring them and working. By the afternoon, the horses had had enough. Well, except for Duke, who didn't mind in the least. All it took to get him out of his funk, at least for the moment, was a certain look from Bold and a nudge from Smudge that landed him in the dirt.

Ed decided, as he picked himself up, that crossness could wait until he wasn't in the presence of the horses.