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        05-09-2009, 04:32 PM
      #21
    Weanling
    Awwww that was sad how she remembered bug like that. Its good thought keep it coming!
         
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        05-09-2009, 08:51 PM
      #22
    Yearling
    Quote:
    Originally Posted by Iluvjunior    
    awwww that was sad how she remembered bug like that. Its good thought keep it coming!
    Yeah it was
    Thank you, more now!
    x
         
        05-09-2009, 08:53 PM
      #23
    Yearling
    [7.]
    “Sunny, I think I ought to get you inside now.”
    “Can I just sit for a moment longer? I don’t think I can stand,” I said softly and Aaron nodded.
    “Wanna talk about it?”
    I glanced at the boy and shook my head. “Not really.”
    “That was some panic attack,” he mentioned and I grimaced. “I mean, not that you’re not entitled to one.”
    “It’s okay Aaron, you don’t have to feel sorry for me, you can go back to work if you like,” I suggested but made no attempt to shift away from his side, which I had been resting against for the last fifteen minutes. Aaron shot me an amused look and then shook his head.
    “Yeah sure, I’ll leave you here shall I?”
    “Sounds good, the gravel’s nice and cool and not so bad once your butt is numb.”
    He chuckled. “Nice to see you can find some humour in all of this.”
    “Well depressed and bitter Sunny didn’t make friends with you well,” I said and glanced up at the stable hand. He smiled warmly and nodded.
    “We all have our demons to face. You’re just going through a lot right now.”
    I groaned. “Wish I wasn’t.”
    “Maddie said you were getting better, she was really proud of it actually.”
    “She was?” I repeated and Aaron nodded. I smiled at the boy and he held my gaze, my eyes sinking in amongst his murky green depths.
    “Sunny, I’m so sorry!” Kate cried as she came running over to us and I snapped out of my reverie, Aaron’s body becoming rigid against mine. “I didn’t know and-”
    “Not your fault Kate.”
    “You’re handling this well,” she observed and I shot her a look.
    “Sorry to disappoint.”
    “No you’re not, I just, cos Lucian looks so much like, and you know, I’ll shut up now,” Kate stuttered and I swallowed roughly, trying to push everything out of my head. I glanced weakly at Aaron and he cleared his throat.
    “Inside time?”
    “Yes please,” I said thankfully, and allowed the brunette to shift from my side, Aaron getting to his feet and holding out his hands to help me up. I shakily stood up and Kate picked up my sticks, holding them out for me to take. I went to move my hands from Aaron’s but he gripped onto them.
    “I think I’ll carry you inside Sun. Kate, can you take her crutches?”
    I shook my head. “I can walk.”
    “Don’t be stubborn Sunny; you’ve just had a big ordeal.”
    “Kate’s right,” Aaron insisted and I was suddenly scooped into his arms. I shrieked and clamped my hands around his neck, my blue orbs widening in fright. I felt the vibrations of his laughter hit my arm and I grumbled in protest.
    “You’re so going to pay for this Aaron,” I told him, and his laughter increased. “Put me down, I have a fear of falling, if you must know!”
    “I won’t let you fall.”
    I shook my head. “I’m heavy so there is a big chance your arms will give way and I’ll fall.”
    “Clearly she’s not a risk taker,” Kate mentioned with a giggle.
    “We can’t all be skinny like you,” I retorted and Kate rolled her eyes.
    “Sunny, you and I are basically the same size.”
    “You’re not heavy, lets leave it at that,” Aaron commented and I shrieked as his footing moved awkwardly. “I’m not dropping you Sun!”
    “No more talking, you just focus on getting me inside in one piece.”
    “Yes ma’am!” he joked and I let out a huff of air. I was glad to see the path to the house coming closer and my erratic breathing slowed, knowing I’d be sitting in a stationary position soon. Aaron carefully stepped over the sliding door rail and then headed for the couch, where he lowered me gently and propped my leg up. I thanked him and he took the spare seat beside me, Kate jumping onto an armchair and curling her legs up underneath herself.
    “Do you want anything?” she asked a moment later and I shook my head. “Do you need any medication yet?”
    “No, surprisingly I’m not in pain.”
    “Well, that’s good,” Aaron said with a smile and I nodded. Maddie stepped into the living room then and let out a heavy breath.
    “Mrs Cole needs me to head over to her farm. Shirley is out of town stuck with a difficult early foaling and the other vet’s away on holiday. She’s got someone coming from out of the district but they’re an hour away so I’m going to go help her,” she explained and we all nodded. Maddie smiled at me and then turned to the others. “Shibbi and Havana could do with some handling and don’t forget Scotch needs his medicated wash. I don’t know when I’ll be back but I’ll try to be home for the night feeds. Sunny, you alright now?”
    “Yeah.”
    Maddie came over and pecked my forehead. “Good. And thank you for coming out, Mrs Cole is so thankful for you and so am I.”
    “Yep,” I said again and everyone started moving. After a few farewells I was left to myself in the silent house again and that’s when I let the emotions out, wild sobs sounding around the room.
         
        05-09-2009, 08:54 PM
      #24
    Yearling
    [8.]
    The incident on Tuesday had been unspoken of in the next few days, as everyone went on with their daily business. I had wondered why no one had spoken to me about it, and it kind of frustrated me how much I was left to myself now. Everyone was getting along so well without me and the exclusion I felt fuelled me to take on the job offer Maddie had given me. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but it meant they all had to talk to me more than before and that made the loneliness I was beginning to feel subside.
    I had been working on making a more easily navigated system on Maddie’s computer about the farm all morning and had so far I had all the horse’s specific needs detailed in sections and the contact details of their owners. Maddie had been right; she only had six horses out of the sixteen on the farm as her own horses, the rest ranging from yearlings to mid teens with all kinds of experience. Some were only here for handling, like Havana, the part Haflinger yearling learning about leading, tying and desensitising. Then there were more difficult cases, and the typical green horses needing more experience.
    At first I had found it hard getting so involved. The words were difficult to type up, but as I progressed, it became easier to type, but harder to stop thinking of the horses. I wanted to know what they looked like, understand why they were here and run and hide all at the same time. It was killing me how my curiosity would push me to continue getting deeper into a world that I didn’t want to belong to anymore.
    As I got to one of the newer horses on the list, my curiosity flared up again at his case. All Maddie had jotted down was that he had been abused and rescued but was uncontrollable. He was now in Maddie’s care, the owner wanting nothing to do with him anymore. I wondered why the horse was so uncontrollable, and what had led to it turning like that.
    “I need a break,” I told myself as I had sat there for ten minutes pondering the situation and getting to my feet, I hobbled down the hallway to use the bathroom. When I returned, I went over to the kitchen for a drink, but an unusual noise made me stop in my tracks. I could hear something chewing erratically and looked around the house for the solution. It was then when I saw dirty tracks across the carpet and I gasped, slowly making my way into the kitchen. My jaw dropped and I was greeted with a small whinny, before the miniature pony went back to scoffing the fruit bowl, which was now on the floor.
    “What the... get out pony, get out!” I cried but the mischievous animal made no attempt to leave the house, even when I waved one of my sticks around. I sighed and went to walk off, only to hear tiny hooves walking towards me. “No! Go away!” I trembled and backed off, the little fluffy buckskin taking no heed to the frightened tone in my voice; instead it plodded over to my side and then rubbed into my good leg. I held my breath, hoping the pony would leave me alone quickly and I could hurry back to the computer. Again my unwelcomed visitor had alternative ideas.
    He snuffled my pocket quietly for a moment and then stretched his little head up to my hand. I gasped as his breath tickled the back of my hand and I couldn’t help but relax at the gentleness of the mini. His tongue then came out and licked my hand, causing me to giggle and snap it away. “Don’t be so silly, little pony.”
    He nickered softly and I put my hand back on my stick, walking slowly to the office area. His little hooves thudded along the carpet behind me and I took a seat in my chair before returning my attention to the pony.
    “Run along, you’re going to be in so much trouble when they find you’re missing, you know.” He gave me a look and I smiled gently before retracting back into my shell. The warmth in his chocolate depths froze the blood in my veins and I began to tremble again, the little gelding nudging me softly before placing his head in my lap as soft and slowly as he could. I knew he was able to pick up on my vibes and was slightly astonished by how perceptive he was about my fear. A faint nicker sounded in his throat and all my barriers collapsed, my hand reaching out to rub his sweet face. The contact with the pony enveloped me in a nostalgic moment, and everything I loved about horses came flooding to the surface. I inhaled deeply into his mane and repeated it, satisfying my horsey smell needs. I then noticed the small hairless areas on the pony and frowned lightly, remembering one of the cases I had written up earlier.
    “Scotch?” I asked slowly and the pony responded by nudging me a little harder and I laughed. “Aw well you do fit the cheeky pony role well don’t you? Sweet little man.” I patted his thick neck a couple of times and then lifted his head off my lap so I could look into his eyes. He watched me intelligently and allowed me to rest my head on his, my hands slipping into his long mane. The tears then fell onto him and he patiently waited until they stopped, nudging me lightly as I sniffled and lifted my head away.
    I blinked a couple of times as I saw my Aunt standing not far from us and blushed deeply. “Sorry, I was going to get him out, I mean he got into the fruit when I was in the loo and-”
    “It’s alright Sunny; Scotch is notorious for taking himself for walks. He frequently comes inside and causes havoc. As long as you’re okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    Maddie smiled. “Come here cheeky pony,” she beckoned and Scotch glanced up at me, but made no attempt to move. My Aunt cocked her head to the side and then smiled. “Looks like you’ve made a new friend. Scotch isn’t one to like being petted after all the mistreatment he’s had.”
    “But he’s been so soft with me,” I mentioned and the older woman’s smile grew.
    “Maybe he knows what it’s like to be in pain too?”
    I stared thoughtfully into the eyes of the small animal and nodded once. “Maybe.”
    “I’ll put him in his halter Sunny, and then he’ll be out of your way.” I glanced at the little green halter on her shoulder and then back at Scotch.
    “Oh, okay,” I replied reluctantly, my eyes not leaving those of my new friend. I petted his face and Scotch rubbed into me, his tongue coming out again cheekily. “Quit it you naughty pony!”
    He let out a delighted squeal then pranced on his front feet, and we both laughed heartily. Maddie shared a look with me and then came over to us. I noticed the change in the pony’s attitude and frowned. “Come on mate.”
    He held his head away from her hands and swiftly moved it back and forth so my Aunt couldn’t slip the halter on his face. Before I thought it through, I took the halter from her hands and then gently reached for Scotch’s face. He stopped fussing and I slipped it over his little nose and did up the strap behind his pricked ears.
    “Good boy,” I murmured and petted his face, as Maddie clipped the lead onto his halter. “Bye little guy.”
    Maddie tugged on the lead rope and the miniature reluctantly followed her outside the house. I watched the entrance for a few minutes and then turned back to the computer with a sigh, finishing off my work for the day.
         
        05-09-2009, 11:46 PM
      #25
    Weanling
    That was really good scotch is sooo sweet why havent you ever taken a career as a writer your really good??
         
        05-10-2009, 12:25 AM
      #26
    Started
    More please. Ha ha. :]
         
        05-10-2009, 01:57 AM
      #27
    Yearling
    Quote:
    Originally Posted by Iluvjunior    
    that was really good scotch is sooo sweet why havent you ever taken a career as a writer your really good??
    Aw thanks.
    I'd really love to be a published writer, its what I want to be, but I don't know exactly who to contact to get published lol.
    I have so many fictions and ideas, I just have no idea where to go from here haha!
    x
         
        05-10-2009, 02:01 AM
      #28
    Yearling
    Quote:
    Originally Posted by LeahKathleen    
    More please. Ha ha. :]
    Lol, keen are we?
    x
         
        05-10-2009, 02:46 AM
      #29
    Started
    Ha ha. It's funny. This story reminds me of being a kid and reading like an entire series of whichever horse books I had at the time in one night. I'm in college now (creative writing major at that) and I don't ever get to read anything for myself anymore and your story is reminding me why I decided to become a writer as a kid.

    You are really very talented. :]
         
        05-10-2009, 12:58 PM
      #30
    Weanling
    I agree with leahkathleen you have very good talent! IDK how old you are if your a kid then you should consider a career as a writer if not then you should get this published when your done.
         

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