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Horace smiled, pointing to a faded wooden sign: Horace’s Hoarse Horse: Riding Lessons & Rescues.

“The name stays,” Wren muttered, impressed despite herself. “But I’m adding a spa.” horaceshoarsehorsewhores

The horse snorted softly, nuzzling his pocket for a carrot. Horace smiled, pointing to a faded wooden sign:

Here is a short, original story that plays with these homophones in a clever, family-friendly way: ” Wren muttered

Wren jumped. “What was that?”

Just then, a city developer named Wren arrived, flashing blueprints. “I’m buying this land for a luxury stable,” she announced. “But I need a catchy name. Something rustic.”