The Olympic Four Seasons was surrounded by police cars and dogs and the mounted patrol greeted everyone at the front door. No bomb threat, just the Police Guild Reception and Dinner to raise funds for the dogs and horses and other supplies. The poet gave a financial gift for the upkeep of the animals. Then, imagine this: the poet quietly approached each horse and had a long silent conversation nose to nose, head to head with each one, who nuzzled and whickered back while their human companions continued their attempt to look serious.
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