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The nerfs grazing on the Academy grounds were smelly as they were friendly to young Armitage. “They just like you because you bring them salt.” remembered the boy. He started to ponder on the idea to stop sneaking out to feed the placid beasts their favorite treat. (What was even the point anyway other than having them to avoid the beach?) He then felt the drooly tongue of a calf born last year, the only one with a black coat in the herd, his father’s pride, licking his cheek, maybe by curiosity.  

Surprised, Armitage squealed.

The boy didn’t felt any digust & started to laugh for the first time since months.