Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: Far From Sanity
• Horses: 0
It had all started when their beautiful grey Lipizzaner stallion Kyzer escaped from a broken fence. That was over a year ago. Her parents had been frantic because not only was Kyzer priceless, he was the foundation for their entire breeding program. They couldn’t lose him. Her dad was especially worried because Kyzer was his horse and he loved him. After they had contacted the police, animal services, and their nearby friends with no avail or report of sightings they became more frantic. Keighmee had seen her dad cry for the one of the few times she had ever seen him cry. But almost a week later they got a call from a cattle rancher that had several hundred acres next to theirs. “Hey, I saw two horses running on my back pasture. One is grey and I think the other is a brown pinto. Are they yours? “The grey might be said Kurt, but we don’t own any pintos. Kurt talked to the rancher for a few more minutes to get a better idea s to where he had spotted the horses. Then he headed out with a couple friends that had volunteered to help him round the horses up. Whether or not they were their horses her dad explained to her they needed to be caught. Loose horses were a danger to traffic, other horses, and themselves.
When her dad had finally pulled back in the driveway late that evening with the trailer Keighmee was waiting. “Was it him dad? She asked. “Yup”, said Kurt. “He is fine, but he has a nasty gash on his leg. “Then he unbolted the trailer door and let down the ramp .her mother untied Kyzer from the front and he back quickly down the ramp. Her dad caught his rope. Kyzer spun around and whinnied loudly prancing in place. Keighmee’s eyes went straight to the large cut on his left foreleg. It was about six inches long and blood caked. His leg was swollen, but he still pranced around like it wasn’t bothering him. “Easy boy”, her dad said trying to calm him. “Amy, I’m going to take Kyzer in the barn and call the vet, can you deal with the horse in the trailer? Keighmee hadn’t noticed two horses in the trailer. She stepped closer and peered inside.
At first she thought the horse was a mostly brown pinto, but on second glance she realized the horse was just mud caked and they weren’t actually spots. She actually looked palomino. The horse stood with its head down and its eyes half closed. Keighmee could see every one of her ribs. Her blonde mane and tail although long were matted, muddy, and tangled. She watched as her mom stepped into the trailer and patted the small mare’s shoulder. The mare didn’t even look up. Keighmee’s mom untied her and led the small, thin, dirty horse out of the trailer. The mare ambled behind her quietly. Keighmee had never seen a skinnier horse in her life and her hooves were overgrown, too. She snorted softly a few takes taking in the scent when they got closer to the barn. Keighmee thought once she had some weight on her she would be a beautiful horse. She looked at least part Arabian to her. She had fine bone structure and a tiny muzzle. Tiny tipped ears and large eyes. She looked like she was around 14.2 hands. “Whose horse is it?” Keighmee asked. “Were not sure”, said her mother, “but they should be ashamed for keeping her in this condition. “It’s a good thing your dad has already called the vet for Kyzer. This mare definitely needs help.
Keighmee bedded down one of the extra stalls with soft fluffy straw and filled the water bucket. Her mom led the horse into the stall. When the mare was loose and the stall was latched the mare immediately laid down. She rolled and then got up and shook and went to the water bucket and took a long drink. Keighmee went to the stall door and let the horse sniff her hand. The mare sniffed it and then started pacing in the stall.
Finally the vet pulled in and went directly to help her father with Kyzer. He cleaned the stallion’s cut and put a wrap on him. Her parent’s sighed in relief when he said there would only be slight cosmetic damage and that he was still sound. When the vet had finished washing his hands he asked to see the little palomino horse. Her mom led her out again. “Skinny little thing isn’t she”< he said frowning at the mare. She looks like a purebred little Arabian. The vet ran his hands over her ribs and her legs. He checked her eyes, ears, and teeth. “Well”, he said finally “It looks like she is between 10-13 years old. She doesn’t have any cuts or anything, but she does have a bad case of worms. The vet gave her a wormer and then scratched her forehead. The mare lowered her head and rubbed it on his shoulder. “And obviously she needs another few hundred pounds on her”. Other than that she seems pretty healthy.
“Keighmee could you put her back in the extra stall? I need to talk to the vet about finding the mare’s owners. Keighmee took the lead from her mom and led the mare back to the stall. The little Arabian followed her obligingly looking at the other horse’s they passed. Once she had the mare securely locked in the stall she leaned over the door and watched her. The mare began pacing nervously again. “Slow down girl”, said Keighmee “you need to relax. You don’t need to wear off more energy. But the mare wasn’t listening. “Well…since I want to call you something other “the mare” I am going to think of a perfect name for you. Keighmee grabbed a grooming kit and then let herself back into the stall. She scraped off as much of the mud chunks as she could. Then she went over the whole coat with a soft dandy brush. The mare was still very dirty and needed a bath, but at least she was a little bit cleaner. Keighmee went back to find her parents once she was done. They were just saying goodbye to the vet as he was getting into his big truck. They walked back into the barn and saw Keighmee. “The vet is going to let all of his clients know about the mare to see if they or anyone they know is missing a horse. We will contact animal control tomorrow and put up some fliers. We have agreed to care for her in the meantime said her dad. “The thing is, her mom continued, with breeding season with really don’t have extra time. We were wondering Keighmee If you would go ahead and take care of her for now. “Of course!’ said Keighmee enthusiastically. This would be fun. She had definitely felt a connection with the little horse. “One condition, though” said her dad seriously. Keighmee raised an eyebrow and waited. “Don’t get too attached to her. Her owners are going to be found sooner or later and she will likely have to go back to them. “Okay said Keighmee. She would have fun taking care of the mare for now. She was going to take the best care of her as possible. Starting with a bath tomorrow!
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?-Edgar Allen Poe