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A gentle giant. Or so he seemed as he sauntered up out of the pasture towards me as I stood snapping his picture. As he got closer, one could tell that though he was walking from the left, he was shoulder-ing right so htat he could keep his one open eye towards the funny looking dude with the camera. He came in close enough that as I stretched my hand over the fence, we touched. That is when I could tell that even suffering through inflections, he was in fact a gentle giant.