Mitty - The horse story

[WooingWyandotte]

In a bit I'll do another one

 

[CapricornFarm]

When do the chickens come into the story?

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Haha, there ain't no chickens in this one!

 

[The Red Rooster]

YAAAY!!!

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 9

I must admit I was a bit nervous approaching the herd. I took little comfort that Agnes was beside me. I knew instinctively that the pecking order among mares can be very brutal, so I'd have to watch my back continually. The tall grass brushed against my dappled legs, suddenly a thought struck me. What do I look like? Am I pretty like Deloras? What is my build? Oh bother....now I feel self concious... I snorted, with each step I was getting more tense and excited. When we were about fifteen yards away, all the mares started walking towards us, interested in the newcomers.
Alastair stopped and stepped aside letting me, Agnes, and Deloras be sniffed by pintos, palominos, black, whites, bays, chestnuts, sorrels, dappled ones, appaloosas and all of the above! A blood red mare touched her nose to mine.
"Hello." She stated, not unfriendly.
Sensing that she meant to be kind, I replied. "I'm Mitty."
"My name's Ruby, welcome." Just then another mare cautiously walked up to Agnes and bit her flank! "Neeeigghh!" Agnes screamed in pain. My temper flared, I pounced upon the culprit and kicked her on the neck with my foreleg. She reared and came down open my head with brutal force. Angered by my pain I aimed my back leg at her and kicked her again in the stomach. Then turning I bit into her neck drawing blood. She yelled and scurried off.
The rest of the mares paid no attention to this squabble, but kept looking and whispering to eachother. A dominant pearl white mare walked next to me, sniffed then kicked and bit me, roughing me up to let me know she was boss.
After meeting and sniffing the whole herd my only real friend was Ruby. There was a group of fillies that called me their new 'friend' for awhile but then seeing I didn't like gossiping they started being mean. Deloras passed them up with a sniff, claiming she was really too busy to play girlish games...for, she was a dressage mare.
That first night was difficult. For one thing, the group of fillies were talking about a handsome colt running around - which I wasn't interested in. And for another thing the older, bigger mares kept kicking and baring their teeth each time I crossed a little line. I hear them gossiping later.
"So Cecily, what do you think about those new fillies?"
"I think Alastair is smitten, but really, they aren't that pretty." I think Cecily was jealous.
"You shouldn't worry. With new mares he's always like that. Ugly or not."
"So their new names are.....what again?"
"Oh Cecily, you always forget. Deloras, Agnes, and oh, that one with the atrocious name , Mitty." That sentence stabbed like a knife, Mitty? Was that such a horrid name? I guess it was.


How am I going to survive?

 

[Chickengal505]

 

[wildriverswolf90]

I LOVE THIS STORY!

can't wait for the next chapter

 

[Theeggboxtoo]

Great story!

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 10

Life was good. As long as I stayed clear of the older mares I was fine. Agnes and I enjoyed the sunny days, grazing on summer grass and drinking the cool mountain water. We played with the other fillies and colts, never straying too far from Alastairs ever watchful eye. Me and Agnes were enjoying such an afternoon as I have explained, we were grazing about twenty yards away from the herd when we heard a bugling neigh. Alastair.
We froze, exchanging worried glances. I sensed something dangerous, it sent prickles down my back.
"Agnes. Let's run to the herd." I whispered.
She gave a slight nod and we both shot towards the clump of mares and foals. As we galloped towards the stallion my hindsight caught a flash of butter yellow! A steady bum-bum-bum from velvety feet behind us made me and Agnes scream! Alastair was thundering towards us the next second, eyes brightening with fury! As we rushed past him and rejoined the mares I noticed Ruby's dilated eyes glance at me - scared. Me and Agnes pressed against the hot panting bodies as we watched Alastair meet the foe!
A piercing scream broke the silent murmur of the wild wind, the cougar leapt at Alastair, but he swiftly sidestepped. The smooth agility of the puma looked effortless, as she skid to a stop, wheeled, and was wiser this time. She crouched, ears against her skull, waiting for Alastair to make his move. He glared hard, then stamping his back foot, trotted around her in small tight circles. His body roan body was shining in the late afternoon sun. Five minutes later, the cougar obviously tired of waiting, gathered her courage to pounce on him. As she sprang forward Alastair swung around and kicked his powerful hind legs at her skull. They hit their mark and she dropped with a thud to the ground!
Alastair; giddy as a colt trotted back to us mares and called us on to get moving. He never liked staying near a dead animal - I didn't blame him. Us mares swarmed around him prying him with questions.
Are you hurt?
No.
Thirsty?
No.
Hungry at all?
No.
Are you tired?
No.
How sure are you?
Very sure.
Do you want us to nibble on you?
No.
Sometimes he got really annoyed with all of us mares. Oh well! I gave him a playful kick and nip, and he gave me an amused glance. It took about ten minutes for the excitement to die down, then he ordered us to follow him. No questions asked. The rest of the day was spent walking and talking. I tried playing with a little colt, but his mother screamed shrilly and bit my shoulder. So much for that idea. I was walking a little slower than the rest. I was thinking about Lune. And about Hazel. I'd never got to know her. Poor Hazel. She seemed so sad all the time. She died on the mountain, I wish Deloras would've died instead of her! I wonder what Lune's doing right now. Is he dead? I hate him, he saved himself instead of helping me. Humph. He'll never be a stallion! Just a troublemaker!!
I was so absorbed in my ponderings that I lagged far behind the herd. Alastair must've noticed me for he was right beside me when I looked over.
"What's wrong?" His eyes were soft.
"I'm fine - really."
"I know a lot about mares that are doing fine and your not one of them. You can tell me, I saved your life three hours ago, remember?"
"Oh alright." I gave in to his kind tone, it was then I realized I needed someone to lean on, someone I could trust. I felt a lump in my throat swelling. "I-I met this filly, her name was Hazel. She died in a rockslide. I was thinking about her." Tears brimmed in my eyes.
"Is that it?"
"Well, no." I muttered. "When L-lu-une broke the paddock fence in the slaughter site a human caught me with a rope. I screamed for him to help, he looked back then ran and saved himself!!" I burst out in tears, gulping in huge sobs. I felt foolish, crying in front of the stallion. I didn't dare to look up, he was probably laughing at me. But when I sneaked a peak I saw that he was crying too! His deep eyes had big tears in them rolling down his cheeks.
"I know it hurts." He muzzled me then walked on, the best of friends.

 

[Theeggboxtoo]