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Mitty - The horse story
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yes more!!!
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Gosh. I apologize. I'm so going to write another chapter!
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Chapter 31 1/2
"You've got to be kidding me!" I gasped, I couldn't BELIEVE this. Pregnant? Me? Myself? Mitty is a mother? How could I emotionally grasp this amazing transformation of Mitty. From filly to mare, from young to mature. Silently I resolved to protect my foal at all costs, this new protective love washed over me and I almost collapsed.
"Mitty," Agnes was staring at me with wide, brown eyes. "Are you ok?"
I sighed as a new joy entered my demeanor. "Yes! I'm fine, Agnes." I lifted my head to the sky and watched the clouds drift across the wide expanse of blue. I felt so free and so happy. I closed my eyes and pondered this revelation and what my baby would be like, Perhaps it'll be haughty and proud...no, it's going to be brave like Alastair. Maybe it will have my dapples! Will it be a colt or filly? What should I name it? A million questions flooded into my head so I opened my eyes as if to let them out. Everyone had left, even Agnes and Hazel who were grazing peacefully. The rest of the herd was spread across the hilly area, I especially noticed the foals. In our herd we had about seven foals, I didn't specifically know them but one I usually noticed was a stark grey filly with intense eyes. Instead of frolicking with the others, she usually just stared off into space, as if in a trance. I never understood her or why she did that, but I wondered if I could meet her. She didn't seem to have much friends. Her mother, a hazy white mare was slow and enjoyed eating and talking with other mares, her name was Yaedda. I didn't know what her daughters name was but I guess I could find out!
Later, I'll meet her. I decided. Right then I wanted to go over to Agnes, I picked up a fast walk and knickered to my friend. She lifted her head, "Hey, Mitty."
I came closer and stopped, "Isn't it weird that I'm in foal? I mean, I never even had the slightest dream that someday I would be a mother."
"Yes, it's strange," She agreed, hesitating she added, "I'm kinda w-w-ondering if I'm pregnant too."
I looked at her, my best friend. Pregnant, too? AH! It was more happiness than I could bear. "Are you?"
"I'm sure," She smiled, her eyes filled with tears.
"It would be wonderful if our foals could be best friends! Wouldn't it? Do you think they will?"
"With me and you as friends, yes I think they will."
I sighed deeply and gratefully, "So much has happened Agnes. In our life, I mean. It's simply awesome that we should be in a herd like this, in foal too!"
"Yes, I'm thankful. That doesn't mean the pains will stop, though."
"Oh, I know. I wish they would...but it's kinda worth it when you think about it. I would die for my foal."
"I definitley agree, it is worth it. " Agnes and me stood in silence for awhile. Both of us basking in the warmth of the sun, I noticed Alastairs watchful eye sweeping over the herd. He was such a good stallion! Us mares really had it made.
I lowered my head to chomp some fresh grass, dewy wet from the sprinkling.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in grazing and talking in slow, pleasant conversation.
The sun was fading in the sky and the crickets were starting their colorful chorus of music, too beautiful for words.
I was eating my final meal of the day when Alastair quietly stood next to me, I lifted my head, "Hey," Grass was dripping out of my mouth, "Whapbbsup?"
"Just swallow the grass," He snapped, I looked up at him. He only snapped when he was nervous. I gulped down the deliciousness that I wanted to savor, but Alastair was more important.
"Ok, it's swallowed."
"Listen, Mitty." His voice was low and anxious, "I sense extreme danger, though you may not."
I was silent, what was this danger? I sensed nothing. "What is it, then?"
He warily looked around, "Back in my old country, where my dam came from there was...well, I guess it runs in the blood to sense it -"
"What is it?" I interrupted, worried.
"T-to sense....timber wolves."
"Timber wolves?" I was naaive as to what they were, but I didn't like the sound of the name.
"You've seen wolves, right?"
"No, I've only heard them howling in the distance on dark nights."
"Well wolves are bad, especially a herd of them. But timber wolves are another thing, they are very intelligent and often barter with other animals to help them catch animals - mostly horses to eat."
By now, all the herd was around Alastair, listening to his low voice. I wasn't sure if he noticed them or not because a haze that worried me settled over his eyes and I could see his body twitch and quiver.
He went on, "I've faced them before, they are fierce fighters and one of them is worse than eight of your average wolves. They have long, sharp teeth that have killed many horses before us easily. I don't know how, but I sense them here, watching us. Waiting for the perfect moment. They are cunning and slow to kill, my dear mares, and I greatly fear for our lives."
Fears' cold fingers tightened their grip on my beating heart.
"You've got to be kidding me!" I gasped, I couldn't BELIEVE this. Pregnant? Me? Myself? Mitty is a mother? How could I emotionally grasp this amazing transformation of Mitty. From filly to mare, from young to mature. Silently I resolved to protect my foal at all costs, this new protective love washed over me and I almost collapsed.
"Mitty," Agnes was staring at me with wide, brown eyes. "Are you ok?"
I sighed as a new joy entered my demeanor. "Yes! I'm fine, Agnes." I lifted my head to the sky and watched the clouds drift across the wide expanse of blue. I felt so free and so happy. I closed my eyes and pondered this revelation and what my baby would be like, Perhaps it'll be haughty and proud...no, it's going to be brave like Alastair. Maybe it will have my dapples! Will it be a colt or filly? What should I name it? A million questions flooded into my head so I opened my eyes as if to let them out. Everyone had left, even Agnes and Hazel who were grazing peacefully. The rest of the herd was spread across the hilly area, I especially noticed the foals. In our herd we had about seven foals, I didn't specifically know them but one I usually noticed was a stark grey filly with intense eyes. Instead of frolicking with the others, she usually just stared off into space, as if in a trance. I never understood her or why she did that, but I wondered if I could meet her. She didn't seem to have much friends. Her mother, a hazy white mare was slow and enjoyed eating and talking with other mares, her name was Yaedda. I didn't know what her daughters name was but I guess I could find out!
Later, I'll meet her. I decided. Right then I wanted to go over to Agnes, I picked up a fast walk and knickered to my friend. She lifted her head, "Hey, Mitty."
I came closer and stopped, "Isn't it weird that I'm in foal? I mean, I never even had the slightest dream that someday I would be a mother."
"Yes, it's strange," She agreed, hesitating she added, "I'm kinda w-w-ondering if I'm pregnant too."
I looked at her, my best friend. Pregnant, too? AH! It was more happiness than I could bear. "Are you?"
"I'm sure," She smiled, her eyes filled with tears.
"It would be wonderful if our foals could be best friends! Wouldn't it? Do you think they will?"
"With me and you as friends, yes I think they will."
I sighed deeply and gratefully, "So much has happened Agnes. In our life, I mean. It's simply awesome that we should be in a herd like this, in foal too!"
"Yes, I'm thankful. That doesn't mean the pains will stop, though."
"Oh, I know. I wish they would...but it's kinda worth it when you think about it. I would die for my foal."
"I definitley agree, it is worth it. " Agnes and me stood in silence for awhile. Both of us basking in the warmth of the sun, I noticed Alastairs watchful eye sweeping over the herd. He was such a good stallion! Us mares really had it made.
I lowered my head to chomp some fresh grass, dewy wet from the sprinkling.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in grazing and talking in slow, pleasant conversation.
The sun was fading in the sky and the crickets were starting their colorful chorus of music, too beautiful for words.
I was eating my final meal of the day when Alastair quietly stood next to me, I lifted my head, "Hey," Grass was dripping out of my mouth, "Whapbbsup?"
"Just swallow the grass," He snapped, I looked up at him. He only snapped when he was nervous. I gulped down the deliciousness that I wanted to savor, but Alastair was more important.
"Ok, it's swallowed."
"Listen, Mitty." His voice was low and anxious, "I sense extreme danger, though you may not."
I was silent, what was this danger? I sensed nothing. "What is it, then?"
He warily looked around, "Back in my old country, where my dam came from there was...well, I guess it runs in the blood to sense it -"
"What is it?" I interrupted, worried.
"T-to sense....timber wolves."
"Timber wolves?" I was naaive as to what they were, but I didn't like the sound of the name.
"You've seen wolves, right?"
"No, I've only heard them howling in the distance on dark nights."
"Well wolves are bad, especially a herd of them. But timber wolves are another thing, they are very intelligent and often barter with other animals to help them catch animals - mostly horses to eat."
By now, all the herd was around Alastair, listening to his low voice. I wasn't sure if he noticed them or not because a haze that worried me settled over his eyes and I could see his body twitch and quiver.
He went on, "I've faced them before, they are fierce fighters and one of them is worse than eight of your average wolves. They have long, sharp teeth that have killed many horses before us easily. I don't know how, but I sense them here, watching us. Waiting for the perfect moment. They are cunning and slow to kill, my dear mares, and I greatly fear for our lives."
Fears' cold fingers tightened their grip on my beating heart.
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