Mitty - The horse story

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Who's Agnes' childs father?

 

[WooingWyandotte]

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I'm sorry, it's kinda a delicate subject, I guess. Alastair is the sire for all the mares that are pregnant. Including Agnes and Mitty.

 

[drumstick diva]

I just came on to your wonderful story. Will this turn into a book we can purchase? My adult niece loves horses since she was an infant - I would love to buy this for her. Right now I am going to google premarin mares. I think I read about them in an "anti cruelty newsletter." Many years ago , after menopause, my gyne put me on premarin. - Years l I researched it, I told him I wanted to stop all HRT He wasn't happy with my decision but, told me I could always start it again. I never did.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 32

"Girls!" Alastair snapped, "Get into position."
We all snorted at foals to get into the middle and pushed each other to get into a circle, hind legs out, foals in the middle. I found out I"m pregnant, and now I'll die pregnant. How horrible! Why, oh why? Why must this happen to me and my foal? Well Mitty, your not dead...yet.
I felt a presence nearby. I shuddered uncontrollably with fear, the dark mirth of night had settled over the land and the moon cast eerie shadows on the ground and in the pine trees. The silent field of grass rustled in the evening breeze which would have been soothing, but something evil had crept into the night close by, watching in silent mirth turning the evening into a cruel one. I could feel it's eyes. Boring into mine, I could almost see it...or was that it?
I was getting deranged by fear, I struggled to keep a clear head but when a clump of tall grasses rustled nearby everyone jumped out of their skin! Mutterings and a shrill scream came from the herd.
A long, desolate howl erupted, a howl at the ghastly orange moon, a howl that meant dinner for the wolves, and death for us.
I took a deep breath and looked at the mare beside me, it happened to be Yaedda the mother of that stark grey filly I wanted to know about. The whites of her eyes glistened in the moonlight, I nudged her to let her know to keep up hope.
She smiled weakly, "Mitty, I'm glad your back." She paused, "And it would have been an honor to know you better."
"Oh," I blushed a bit, "thank you. But we all will survive, I hope. There's no need to talk like that."
"There is a need, Mitty," Her voice was low, and she was struggling to keep it steady, "Timberwolves are one of the most feared predatory animals out here. One of them could take out a full grown stallion. Fear is among us, Mitty. Fear makes horses spook and even the young ones like you are unlikely to get out alive. Old ones like me, well, were slower and not as spry."
Before I could reply Alastair screamed shrilly in anger, somewhere out in the darkness! A deep snarl started out low and rumbly, then grew higher pitched into a barking howl. Alastair was tumbling around with some large creature, a timber wolf! Alastair was rolling and stamping, kicking with his forelegs and fearlessly trying to kill his foe. The timber wolves' eyes glimmered almost a red, a cry escaped from my lips and I shivered.
"Mitty!" A scream from Yaedda warned me just in time as a large, bristling wolf jumped on my back. It dug it's teeth into the back of my neck as I reared and bucked! I just couldn't shake him off, blood was streaming down my legs and other horses were being attacked! Foals were dragged off, screaming for their mothers. Alastair was still tumbling with the ferocious, dark thing.
It was a nightmare.
I toppled backwards in an effort to loosen the demon on my back, it half jumped off my back but left a paw behind, it squealed in pain as I crushed the paw underneath my haunches! I rolled to my hooves quick as I could and turned, face to face with the dark wolf. It was hideous. Black lips were curled over snarling teeth, bright eyes were locked into mine. It was crouching and was large! It's back must've come up to mid-stomach on me. I snorted: "Bring it on."
It leapt onto my neck, but I sidestepped out of the way, leaving it clawing in mid air.
I plunged forward and caught the wolf off guard, grabbing his neck in my teeth I dragged him along till he was whimpering in pain. Then, I gave him my final blow.
After that was done horses and wolves were galloping, plunging, screaming, and snarling everywhere. I dodged around leaping wolves, half dead mares, dying foals, and killer wolves.
Where was Agnes?
"Agnes!" I yelled as loud as I could, "Agnes!"
"Mitty," A soft, sad voice reached my ears. I turned around there, on the ground was Yaedda. She was stretched out in a ghastly way, bright blood splotched her grey coat. Her face was bloody and her eyes were roving, like she couldn't keep them still.
"Yaedda," I cried a little.
"Mitty," Her voice was husky and she was going fast, "Mitty, please, run away. Run far away, away from this place, look after my adopted daughter. She means a lot to me."
"Yes, yes I will!" I was weeping now, I shall look after her.
"Teach her good ways, she needs to know them, she's been hurt so much in her life."
"Wait, Yaedda!" I realized that filly was her adopted daughter!? What in the world? "Yaedda, please wake up! Don't go, your such a sweet lady..."
I stopped her head drooped, her eyes opened and she was dead.
I lifted my head, the wolves were mostly gone now. The area was strewn with the dead. It was horrific, that scene haunts many, and will till their dying day.
I crumpled to my knees, exhaustion was taking over and my pains were starting up again. I broke down and cried, I cried for Yaedda, I cried for all the dead foals, I cried for the dead mares. I cried because I needed too.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

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Why, thank you. That's very nice.

And I'm not sure about publishing this book, a lot goes into publishing. But I hope to someday. Right now I write just for fun.

 

[drumstick diva]

You are a great weaver of words, I especially love the lingo Mitty uses like "whatever." Your stories are just so good it doesn't seem the least bit silly. After all who knows what horses would say if they could talk. I made it thru page 11 but, it's after midnight so have to stop for now. I will be back to finish tomorrow while hopefully the tuck pointers come to work on the house. I love stories I just can't put down and yours is certainly one of the best of them.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Thank you so much for those kind comments! When I feel discouraged I just look back on comments and they help

It's nice that your enjoying my story.

 

[WooingWyandotte]

I shall work on another chapter.

 

[Turken Lover9847]

 

[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 33

For about ten minutes I just stared. I felt like the only alive soul on a desolate planet. Dead bodies strewn among the grass, blood blotched on multiple bodies...horse and wolf. I saw a little clan of mares limping and in bad shape coming towards me, calling my name.
It seemed like a dream, "Mitty! Are you awake?"
Tears started running down my face, "Girls, wh-what exactly just happened?"
Pansy, a paint mare nuzzled me. "Our whole h-h-herd was almost wiped out. Only about ten mares are left and only a few foals."
"What?!" I gasped, our herd had previously been thirty mares and fifteen foals! "Did the wolves eat all of them?"
"No," another one replied, "A lot were slaughtered by the wolves, who apparently were killing for sport, so all the mares, colts, and fillies bodies are here. For the foals are the ones that they dragged off."
Suddenly I felt like I was hit by a shovel, "What about Agnes!?"
The mares hesitated until a palomino stepped forward, speaking softly. "She's nearly dead,"
Adrenaline shot through my body like fire, "Where is she now?!!"
"Over yonder by the pine tree,"
I wheeled and cantered as quick as my trembling body could carry me, my blurred vision caught sight of a heaving sorrel hump on the ground - Agnes! I drew up sharp and went down on my knees, I detected that she was half-alive, fighting for every breath.
Her dilated eyes met mine, I looked over her matted coat which was caked with blood.
"Mitty," She whimpered, "I hurt all over."
Fresh tears sprang to my eyes, "Oh, Agnes.." That's all I could say. She was my best friend, if I lost her I would have a huge sore in my heart, I would perhaps die of sorrows. Agnes had always been there, what if she suddenly was taken away? That idea was too much for me to handle at the moment.
"Ok, Agnes, are you thirsty?" It was still dark, for the night was not over. And since it was dark I had no idea where I could find water.
"No, I just hurt. Mitty help me!" Her eyes plainly showed the pain she was enduring, but I could do nothing.
I kneeled next to her and licked her wounds. It was the only thing I could do, yes it was nasty, but it had to be done. I would do it for my best friend.
She had many bites, gashes, and puncture marks. I licked them all. They were clean and my mouth was bloody and dirty. I felt disgusting. So I got up, I had to find some water!
"Agnes, are you thirsty?"
"Now I am, thank you."
I turned around, "I'll be back as fast as I can." I cantered off when it finally occurred to me What about Alastair?!
"Mitty!" Someone called, I looked behind me, it was Ebony.
"Ebony! You survived!"
"Yes, the rest of us mares are gathering together all the injured."
"Good! Agnes is injured and can't get up, she's over there under that tree."
"We'll be right over there, and Mitty, can you help?"
"Yep, I can. What can I do? And what are the numbers of the injured?"
"For one thing, we thought there was only eleven mares and two foals left, but after searching the surrounding area there's a whole lot more injured foals and mares. Now adding together everyone we have about twenty mares and eight foals, along with a couple fillies and colts."
"That's great. So the timberwolves only dragged off and actually ate couple, right?"
"Yes, they only dragged off three good sized foals. Those we are sure were eaten. But they injured and killed the rest of us for sport."
"How horrible," I shuddered, "Oh! And where is Alastair?"
Ebony smiled, "Over there, directing us all, but if you go over there it's all a little insane because it's dark. In the morning we can better sort things out, for now just go straight to Grace to recieve directions on what to do next -"
"EBONY!" A scream erupted from the confusion fifty feet away.
"Well, I couldn't talk for long anyways, see you later!"
"Bye, thanks Ebony."
I turned and headed for where Alastair was. As I got closer my nostrils quivered, for the unmistakable smell of blood lingered in the air. Alastair was on top of a mound of grass barking orders to the remaining colts; "NO! Starthistle, are you an idiot? Scouting north is that direction! Marty! Go with Starthistle, he seems to have lost his sense of direction. What are you doing over there, Narkansett? Go help drag the injured!"
I carefully approached his hind end, Alastair was obviously in a bad mood. I stood next to him and whispered, "Alastair?"
He jumped three feet! Then, irritably looked at me, like I was some flea. "DOn't scare me! What do you want?"
I was a little offended at his barking, "Oh, I'm inquiring after you, but apparently you don't care, but I'm going to see if your ok anyways! So are you?"
"Do I look like I'm OK?"
"Not...particularly..."
"There you are then!"
I stalked off in a huff! What a jerk!