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On the sunlit hilltop meadow, Lily stands at the slope's edge, eyes wide with awe, while a brown wild horse with a white star on its forehead gazes back from the crest. Morning light glows over the green grass.
Lily loved exploring the meadow near her grandmother's farm. One sunny morning, she spotted something amazing on the hilltop. A beautiful wild horse stood there, its brown coat shining in the sunlight. The horse looked at Lily with gentle eyes. Lily wanted to get closer, but the horse galloped away. "Don't worry," Grandma said that evening. "Wild horses need time to trust. Be patient, and visit the meadow each day. Bring apples." Lily smiled. She would try.
In the quiet morning meadow, Lily kneels near a flat rock, smiling, as a brown wild horse with a white star on its forehead nibbles the red apple she offered. Golden sunlight filters through the tall grass.
Every morning, Lily walked to the meadow with an apple in her pocket. She sat on the same rock and waited quietly. The wild horse watched from far away. On the third day, the horse came a little closer. On the fifth day, it came even closer. Lily stayed very still. She spoke softly. "Hello, friend. I brought you an apple." She placed the apple on the ground and stepped back. The horse walked forward slowly and ate the apple. Lily's heart filled with joy.
Under bright midday sunshine in the open meadow, Lily gently rests her hand on the soft nose of a brown wild horse with a white star on its forehead. They stand side-by-side, both eyes calm and content.
Two weeks passed, and the wild horse came to see Lily every day. Lily named her Star because of the white mark on her forehead. Star would eat apples from Lily's hand now. One day, Lily gently touched Star's soft nose. Star didn't run away. "You're my best friend," Lily whispered. Star nuzzled her shoulder. They stood together in the warm sunshine. Lily learned that friendship takes time and patience. Trust cannot be rushed. It must be earned with kindness.
At dawn near the farmhouse gate, Lily hugs the neck of a brown wild horse with a white star on its forehead while a packed suitcase rests on the gravel. Pink light silhouettes the car waiting beside the dirt road.
Summer was ending, and Lily had to return home to the city. She felt sad leaving Star. "Will you keep her here?" Lily asked Grandma. Grandma shook her head gently. "Star is wild and free. That's what makes her special." On her last morning, Lily hugged Star's neck. "Be free and happy," she said. Star whinnied softly. As Lily's car drove away, she saw Star running across the meadow, wild and beautiful. Lily smiled. True friendship means loving someone enough to let them be free.