Mitty - The horse story

[WooingWyandotte]

My weekend has been the busiest in my life..I'm sure.

Don't worry, I'll write another chapter.

 

[Turken Lover9847]

 

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[tweetyflights]

 

[chickenlover237]

i will keep this going

 

[Jamie_Dog_Trainer]

I feel like I am missing something...oh yeah! I'm missing another Mitty chapter

 

[Symphony]

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[Blonde]

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[WooingWyandotte]

Sowwy.

I've written about half of the next chapter during this past week and I'll finish it up right now. Expect a chapter within a half hour at most.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 43

Me and Abigail's relationship expanded from there, and before I knew it she was almost replacing Hazel. Though I made sure never to forget Hazel, I found that Abigail was like Hazel's position in my heart in many ways. But that still didn't help my mood swings and depressions. My heart felt great loss after Lune, and after awhile it started to show. I couldn't sleep, just thinking about his pleading…then his angry remorse afterwards. He didn't have to get so mad - I just said no, and that's the end, Mitty. No more. But he could've at least said good bye.
After a week, I felt Alastair's eyes on me more often, he even attempted to make conversation. Which I shunned completely then, I just didn't want to talk; after that I think he shrugged off my insolence and let me be. With Agnes I tried to be happy and amiable, but I didn't have that in me, when questioned about it I just made an excuse and hurried away to graze. What could I say?
One evening I was on top of a hill, gazing at the sunset, wondering if Lune was looking at the same thing. What is he thinking right now? Is he, perhaps, thinking about me?
"Mitty?" I deep voice was suddenly beside me.
I jumped! "Don't scare me like that!" I snapped, and was face to face with Alastair.
Alastair resumed his gazing off into space; I couldn't say what he was thinking, of course, but I knew it was of something regarding myself. So I kept quiet. A couple minutes crawled by, I tried to act nonchalant, paw at the grass, eat a little, nibble at the fleas. Alastair inhaled, then sighed as if he was depressed. "Mitty," His deep voice pierced the evening silence.
I snapped to attention, "Yes?"
"I - ah," He hesitatingly spoke and avoided my eyes, "I-is.."
I stamped impatiently, "If you want to say something; say it. Don't beat around the bush!"
"Fine," He chuckled, seemingly amused at my frustration, which bothered me. "I've thought a lot about you lately. In fact, my thoughts have mostly been surrounding you; now I have some questions. You best answer them truthfully, now, will you promise to do that?"
I caught my breath, all my anger melted away. I could trust Alastair. Why was I holding back and being a wet blanket? "Sure," I replied quietly.
Alastair's large, brown eyes softened, "Ok, good."
"Now what are these questions?"
"What exactly happened to you when the herd had to leave?"
"Wait a second," My ears went back a little, "Why did you leave me in the first place?"
"Humans arrived. We all had to get out of there, Agnes awoke before you did, and when she tried to wake you too…you seemed dead. Agnes came back and reported that you were dead…I could hardly drag her away from your body. I was extremely surprised to see you on top of the hill several days ago - and relieved."
"Why didn't Agnes or anyone else realize I was sleeping?" I was still a little aggravated.
"Agnes was still groggy and a little dizzy; I don't blame her. For she foaled five hours later."
"What about everyone else? No one else took the time to see if I was alive?"
"By then we had so many losses that it was very obvious to us that you were dead. And everyone was in such a rush that no one even had the time to. I'm sorry."
"Oh," This new information enlightened me.
"So, what about my question? What did you do after you awoke?"
For the next ten minutes, I poured my heart out to Alastair, who listened solemnly. Nodding his head, his ears slightly back. When I finished, he sighed, "So, you feel hurt by Lune?"
By now, I was in tears, "Yes! He was mean to me, completely rejecting me! It would've been crazy if I'd went with him, I'm supposed to be here, with you and Agnes."
"You say he completely rejected you," Alastair was studying the ground intently.
"Yes! He did! Weren't you listening?"
"To me, Mitty, it sounds like his pride was hurt."
"Wha?" I was totally confused, what did pride have to do with this?
"You said he was very - "
"He was very sweet and pleading - practically on his knees for my hoof."
"You mean - he wanted you to go with him and Rachel, away to be his herd? Which is what you meant by 'hoof'." Alastair asked, knowing it already but just clarifying it to me.
"Yes!"
"So he must've put himself in a lowly position before you as he 'pleaded'? Don't you think, perhaps, that he had to set his pride aside to do that?"
"Well…" I looked down at the ground, feeling foolish.
"Yes, he did."
"Ok then..." I agreed.
"So he set his pride aside, and begged you to go with him, but you said no. That hurt his pride. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but so what? His pride got hurt…what does that have to do with this conversation?"
"When a stallions pride get's hurt, it's one of the hardest things to win back. Years go by, and it's still as black and hateful as before. Even, Mitty, if you searched him out and set your pride aside to talk heart-to-heart, he would probably still reject you as coldly as before. Pride is a very difficult thing to deal with, and even more dangerous when wounded."
I was silent. All this rushed into my mind like a tidal wave; it all made sense now, but I lost Lune! "What would you suggest I do..?"
"Well, Mitty, if you truly feel like you must make things right, then I suggest you use a powerful weapon called love. The only thing that breaks down pride is love; in fact, when you start loving, your whole 'old' self get's changed into a new, wonderful you. It's miracle you can't begin to imagine now, but you must give it a shot. Try loving, it breaks down strongholds like pride, fear, and hate."
"Oh, so I must love so Lune's pride will melt, right?" I replied, a little sarcastically.
"Love everyone, then you will start to have a heart for everyone else; including Lune. Another thing, too, happens when you start loving; Jesus comes into your heart, for he is perfect love. Jesus is where it all starts."
I looked up at Alastair and smiled, "Oh, thank you, Alastair. I will love. And I will try my best to remember to love before I do something mean."
"There ya go, munchkin." He grinned a little impishly, then nudged me, "Run along now!"