Loved to graze on the sweet grass below the ridge of Rattlesnake mountain.
Every day I would come come from school and call his name. In the loudest voice that I could manage to belt out because he could be miles away. We had over three hundred acres mostly fenced in and he could be anywhere. I'd call "Chico!" and then make a clicking clickity click sound. From a distance I would hear his winnie. Knowing it would be only a minute or so that he was at my side expecting a bucket of oats. Sometimes I would only have to make that clicking sound, he would hear it and winnie back to me.
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