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Mitty - The horse story
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Thanks for the new chap.!! Now I want MORE!!
More please!!!!!
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Yes, I'm on here to write more! I want to get two chapters done tonight...I can atleast hope for the impossible.
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Chapter 34
Why is Alastair so frustrated? I mulled silently over his angry words as I walked towards Grace, who appeared to be giving orders. Maybe the fight just wore him out...yes, I shouldn't jump to conclusions and get mad at him again, last time I did that I ran away and that started the Evil lands mess...so I'm just going to conclude that it was the fight, and continue to stay away from him.
With those last thoughts regarding that subject, I approached Grace, her palomino flank shone like white honey in the moonlight, her eyes looked concerned and her normally undisturbed demeanor was visibly ruffled.
"Grace?"
She looked back and her eyes lighted with recognition, "Oh Mitty, good your here! I need help. So I got word from Ebony that Agnes is over by the tree?"
I looked over her dirty coat, I noticed a deep wound in her shoulder and the milk white blaze on her face was spattered with blood.
"Yes, Agnes is over by the tree, do you think...maybe I could tend to her? And what about Hazel?"
"Please do take care of her! I'm at my wits end with all these moaning mares and idiotic fillies."
"But what about Hazel?" I'd come to love Hazel like a younger sister, her merry eyes and silly giggles are still embedded in my memory, the thought of losing her then was devastating.
"Uh, Hazel?...Well, Mitty -"
"What is it?!" I interrupted.
Grace sighed, "I'll be honest with you. She is in critical condition and losing blood fast, one of those doggoned wolves tore open her neck...she most likely won't make it till morning...I'm sorry, Mitty. Everyone liked her, even me."
Time seemed to stand still. The hustle and bustle of hoofbeats and yelling seemed to be pushed out of my mind by grief. I stood there, not crying, just staring, I don't know how long but when I looked up Grace was gone.
"Mitty!" A shrill voice carried over the noise.
It was Grace, she was cantering toward me, "Mitty, we have Agnes! Come take a look at her, and hurry."
I shot after Grace, me and her cantered toward a line of about five horses lying on the ground. One was unmistakably Agnes!
"Oh, Agnes!" I stopped and knelt by her groaning side, she seemed delirious.
"Shhh! Mitty, don't bother her." It was Grace, "She is having pregnancy issues, were not sure what it is, I hope it's just the pain that's making her delirious. If she's sick it could be deadly, oh and we put her next to Hazel, so you can take care of them both."
I hardly had the heart to thank Grace. The life seemed sucked out of my heart, left with a beating of sorrows I could never face or deal with. I closed my eyes, squeezing hot tears out. This night would go on forever.
I opened my eyes again and rested them on Agnes. Her eyes looked wild, untamed, uncontrollable. Not any words can describe the utter pain, terror, and wildness I saw that night in her brown eyes. Which were so often filled with smiles and timidness, beauty that wasn't there till you looked hard enough. At first glance she seemed a little gawky, her head was large that tapered down into fine-boned shoulders, strong legs and hooves, a deep girth and wiry haunches. Despite all that, her heart was in the right place. And after awhile she was really a joy to be around. Even to her enemies. She lived and loved, authentically, openly, and passionately. Yes, she had her weaknesses. A flaring temper that would explode once every six months, but she also had an eye for the small things, like a leaf or a blade of grass. She was Agnes, and a better friend I couldn't ask for.
I sighed deeply and looked at Hazel, then gasped! The 'gash' in her neck has large and I could see an artery, strawberry red, pumping in her neck. She was obviously unconscious because of blood loss. How terrible!
What am I to do? I inwardly raged, I don't know anything about herbs or anything. I only know how to lick blood and dirt of a wound! Big deal, Mitty.
So, I sat.
Why is Alastair so frustrated? I mulled silently over his angry words as I walked towards Grace, who appeared to be giving orders. Maybe the fight just wore him out...yes, I shouldn't jump to conclusions and get mad at him again, last time I did that I ran away and that started the Evil lands mess...so I'm just going to conclude that it was the fight, and continue to stay away from him.
With those last thoughts regarding that subject, I approached Grace, her palomino flank shone like white honey in the moonlight, her eyes looked concerned and her normally undisturbed demeanor was visibly ruffled.
"Grace?"
She looked back and her eyes lighted with recognition, "Oh Mitty, good your here! I need help. So I got word from Ebony that Agnes is over by the tree?"
I looked over her dirty coat, I noticed a deep wound in her shoulder and the milk white blaze on her face was spattered with blood.
"Yes, Agnes is over by the tree, do you think...maybe I could tend to her? And what about Hazel?"
"Please do take care of her! I'm at my wits end with all these moaning mares and idiotic fillies."
"But what about Hazel?" I'd come to love Hazel like a younger sister, her merry eyes and silly giggles are still embedded in my memory, the thought of losing her then was devastating.
"Uh, Hazel?...Well, Mitty -"
"What is it?!" I interrupted.
Grace sighed, "I'll be honest with you. She is in critical condition and losing blood fast, one of those doggoned wolves tore open her neck...she most likely won't make it till morning...I'm sorry, Mitty. Everyone liked her, even me."
Time seemed to stand still. The hustle and bustle of hoofbeats and yelling seemed to be pushed out of my mind by grief. I stood there, not crying, just staring, I don't know how long but when I looked up Grace was gone.
"Mitty!" A shrill voice carried over the noise.
It was Grace, she was cantering toward me, "Mitty, we have Agnes! Come take a look at her, and hurry."
I shot after Grace, me and her cantered toward a line of about five horses lying on the ground. One was unmistakably Agnes!
"Oh, Agnes!" I stopped and knelt by her groaning side, she seemed delirious.
"Shhh! Mitty, don't bother her." It was Grace, "She is having pregnancy issues, were not sure what it is, I hope it's just the pain that's making her delirious. If she's sick it could be deadly, oh and we put her next to Hazel, so you can take care of them both."
I hardly had the heart to thank Grace. The life seemed sucked out of my heart, left with a beating of sorrows I could never face or deal with. I closed my eyes, squeezing hot tears out. This night would go on forever.
I opened my eyes again and rested them on Agnes. Her eyes looked wild, untamed, uncontrollable. Not any words can describe the utter pain, terror, and wildness I saw that night in her brown eyes. Which were so often filled with smiles and timidness, beauty that wasn't there till you looked hard enough. At first glance she seemed a little gawky, her head was large that tapered down into fine-boned shoulders, strong legs and hooves, a deep girth and wiry haunches. Despite all that, her heart was in the right place. And after awhile she was really a joy to be around. Even to her enemies. She lived and loved, authentically, openly, and passionately. Yes, she had her weaknesses. A flaring temper that would explode once every six months, but she also had an eye for the small things, like a leaf or a blade of grass. She was Agnes, and a better friend I couldn't ask for.
I sighed deeply and looked at Hazel, then gasped! The 'gash' in her neck has large and I could see an artery, strawberry red, pumping in her neck. She was obviously unconscious because of blood loss. How terrible!
What am I to do? I inwardly raged, I don't know anything about herbs or anything. I only know how to lick blood and dirt of a wound! Big deal, Mitty.
So, I sat.
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No Agnes and hazel better not die!
I LOVE this story! Keep up the writing please
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I shall finish the chapter.
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Thanks :3
Thanks :3
No don't let them die!!!!!!
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