The Lightmaster (Humor)

The Lightmaster came to town on a frosty winter’s day. His deep chestnut muscles glowed as he surveyed his new domain from the top of the horse-truck’s ramp.

Evidently satisfied, he descended with confident stride, alert and eager.

The mares, recognizing his promise, rushed over to the fence, inspecting this new king.

He put on quite a show for them, tossing his mane in the sun, lifting his knees high, and strutting his stuff.

But the seasoned mares were not bewitched by such a show. In the end, it would be his testicles that would prove his worth… or not.

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