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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:cobaltnick.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>The Adventures of Cobalt Nick - The Wonder Horse</title><link rel="self" href="http://cobaltnick.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cobaltnick.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T02:43:25+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:cobaltnick.blog.co.uk,2007-12-07:/2007/12/07/cobalt_nick~3407752/</id><title>Cobalt Nick</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cobaltnick.blog.co.uk/2007/12/07/cobalt_nick~3407752/"/><author><name>loopylorna</name></author><published>2007-12-07T09:23:58+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:23:58+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;It was a misty morning in November and Cobalt Nick was in a sombre mood as he ambled through his paddock. The morning chill had furnished the grass with a fresh dew and tiny little cobwebs looked like they had been sprinkled in fairy dust.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In the distance a red hot air balloon rose into the morning sky, Cobalt Nick pondered on the strange floating object above him as though studying a fine painting.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;TZZZZT went the electric fencing as Cobalt Nick stumbled upon the edge of his paddock.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Nick signed, normally the uninvited thump from the electric fencing would have ensued an un-co-ordinated scurry towards safety, but todays altercation merely reaffirmed Nicks less than spritely mood.
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