Hello, I'm new around here. As you can tell, I am called Brighteyes, but you can call me Bright it you want, because the last part is sometimes difficult to type. Lola is my horse. She's a big, shaggy, rude shire/suffolk mix, but I love her anyway. I mean, how could you ignore something that cute?
Well, I wouldn't trust that statement coming from me, for I have never really seen an ugly horse. :)
So, here is were I start my story. Story? Well, I write my own journal is story form, so this won't be much different. I shall spare you some of my strangeness and write in first person though. I am not a professional author; I barely passed English last year, so don't expect this to be epic or anything. You already weren't? Good.
I think that every story prologue of some type, so here it is.
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A bitter wind swept threw my hair that cold morning as I drove my four wheeler down a winding old road. I bit my tounge, trying to distract myself from from the wind and the fact that I was about to run out of gas. Just as I thought this, the engine started to choke and then slowed to barely a crawl before stopping a half mile from the barn. Oh dang.
I stepped off and checked the tail box for some extra gas before I realize that I didn't have any, for I had forgotten it back at the barn. Suddenly, the sound of clumsy hooves filled the air. A few feet away from me was the very animal that had caused all this. "Good morning, Lola." I said with a certain degree of gruffness.
I am not a morning person, and never will be, so I hated getting up this early to feed her. I mean, if I didn't have to get up this early, I would have been more alert and wouldn't have forgotten the gas can. Yes, my claim that this was her fault, in my mind, was perfectly valid.
So, I started up the road, Lola keeping close to me on the other side of the fence. Finally, I reached over to pet her. She gave me a loving look before trotting away to tell her horsey friends about my misfortune. "Oh, come on, Lola, you could have at least walked with me back!"
Finally, I arrived at the barn. The sun had risen only slightly behind it, sihouetting it against a still grey dawn. Then, a voice peirced the chilly air. "Late again?"
"Sorry, but it wasn't my fault..." I started to say.
"Blaming it on the horse again, I see." Said the local horse expert and trainer to whom the farm belonged.
I didn't worry though; In a few hours, I would go right back to loving my horse. It was just these stupid mornings.