' When Needed Most '
a true story of a filly who, dispite all odds- finally found where she belonged
chapter one - a world brand new I stayed there for a few brief moments, dazzled by the world that I had come into, before that first shot of adreneline- the very briefest of sparks that is known only to a foal- burned through my veins. With gusto, I attempted to gracefully jump up onto my feet to be closer to my mother. My legs tangled up and before I was even halfway up, they collapsed under me and I sat, dazed- staring in wonder at my clumsy feet. I tried again, only to get the same result; this time glaring at my appendages distainfully. Why would they not work? I laid my head on the soft spring grass and let out a gargly sigh. My mother gently pressed her nose against my face and let out a soft whicker. I had never heard this sound...this...wonderful sound before, but even so I knew that the sweet tone that graced my ears was an encouragement. My eyes sparkled again and I carefully untangled my legs, moving first one back foot then the other into a standing position. 'go on,' my mother cheered, watching me with what could of only been a smile on her face. I grunted, pushed, and there I was, standing on my spidery long legs for the first time- looking more comical than graceful- but standing. I glanced at mother happily, already tired but not ready to allow gravity to pull me down. She nudged my shoulder, almost toppling me over. I shook and looked at her quizzically. She nudged me again, and this time I stretched a forefoot out testingly. Again I was nudged, this time harder. I leapt forewards, almost falling on my face as I was positioned by my ever-patient mother in front of what would be my life giver for months to come. Milk. With delight that I wasn't even sure that I understood, I grabbed for her teat and took in a greedy gulp of the rich liquid. Instantly my insides felt warm and my eyes fluttered.
On a cool, lazy afternoon in late April what seems to be both an eternity and just moments ago, I came into being. A tiny orange hued animal, I knew nothing of what was in store for me in the following years- and I remember only the soft breath of my mother cleaning my face as I first opened my eyes to my newly begun life. Behind a small shed, nestled between some tall weeds and the adjoining pasture, my mother- a beautiful red and white pinto stood protectively over me as I took it all in, the breeze- the smells, the sight of her lovely frame... and I felt safe. This was my mother. She would let no one hurt me.
"Hey guys, look!" a sound from behind startled me out of my bliss, and with a terrified squeal I lunged under my mothers belly, falling to my knees and peering out from under her. Positioned in a line only yards away from us stood some of the scariest, strangest beings I had ever seen.(before this moment, I had thought that mother and I had this whole wide world of about a half acre to ourselves) I stared wide-eyed at them as they spoke, their voices sounding harsh to my new ears. "No one said she was pregnate when she came here!" one said, scratching his head. "Sure seems like a nervouse one, probably a dud." He stared unblinkingly at me for a moment then sighed. "Better give her owner a call, then. Move them into a stall." I shook as he spoke, trying to seem invisible as I hid under mother. Two of the five people moved away, but another crouched down with a small box in his hand- clicking it and making a blinding light appear-hurting my eyes. The other man walked swiftly towards us carrying something long. I wanted to get away, but mother stood silently with no fear in her eyes. I shuddered but held still as the man clipped the rope to her halter, peered at me- and with a tug began to lead mother away from me.
Suddenly I was alone, and my blurry vision was just barely enough to see my mother walking away. I twitched, my insticts screaming for me to follow but my mind working overtime- taking in the sight of two people still standing in front of me. I rocked slightly and let out a squeal of frustration and terror. Mother answered with a reasurring whinny, calling me. One of the people left, leaving only a very small one standing infront of me. She wasn't half as big as all of those men were, and her body language told even me that she meant no harm. Our eyes met for a brief moment, fiery brown upon crystal blue- and I knew it was safe to join my mother. With a flick of my curly tail I bolted towards mother, leaving the small person with blue eyes in the dust not even thinking once of what an important role she would play in my life years later- or just how much we would need eachother as we struggled to find our place in the world that didn't welcome oddities.
disclaimer: while this story is mostly real, because it is impossible to know exactly what a horse thinks- this writing can and will have some false pieces to it. A star (*) will be included in any sentances or paragraphs that happen when I was not there to witness them myself, and they are only portrayals of what I believe happened according to people I've talked to who DID see these events. Story is in no way written to shoot down and training methods or people, and for that reason no names will be mentioned. Thank you for reading and comments/constructive critisism is very welcome. Story is broken into a few chapters to devide it well, make it easier to read, and to allow me time to get each one finished well. Once again, thankyou, and enjoy.