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Sweet Chance
Years ago, I bought a pony named Sweet Chance, also known as Sweetie, for my daughter. A few weeks later, my mother was cleaning out her garage, and there was a piece of wood in her garbage can. I looked at it and said to her, “Oh, I’m going to take this a make a sign for Sweetie’s stall.”
I pulled it out of the can and turned it over. It was carved with the words, “Sweet Chance.” We never knew where it came from, but I kept it for the 31 years this sweet pony lived with me until she died.
You can’t see the sign in the photo, but that is her in the stall and her blind companion “looking” at her.
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