Mitty - The horse story

[thechickenwhisperer24]

I got very excited to write last night, so here is the first chapter--
https://www.backyardchickens.com/forum/viewtopic.php?pid=7871012#p7871012

 

[WooingWyandotte]

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[Symphony]

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So did I!


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[WooingWyandotte]

Ok...ok....maybe before dinner, as of now I have to go write something else.

 

[Blonde]

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[Mei&Popcorn]

write! write!

 

[WooingWyandotte]

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[Theeggboxtoo]

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[WooingWyandotte]

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[WooingWyandotte]

Chapter 36

For the rest of that miserable night I wept till my tear ducts went dry, laying next to Agnes, hearing her mumble and toss. She was sick, and that made me increasingly worried. I finally heaved myself up, there was no use to bother Agnes if she was sleeping, though somewhat deliriously.
Some mares were grazing in the dark, I was thirsty though not hungry, "Grace?" I called through the darkness.
"Mitty? Yes?" She approached slowly, as if she was exhausted.
"Is there a stream or some sort of river close by?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Where?" I inquired.
"If you go past those two trees and go down in that ravine there is a fast running stream. But be careful and watch your back. There could be some wolves still hanging around."
"Sure..." Wolves? Dang, Grace; might as well just send me down there with only three legs. I wasn't going to risk my hide for a drink of water!
I stalked away to a decent spot of grass a little mad at everyone and everything because I was tired. I noticed purple streaks adorning the black sky - dawn would be here soon. Dew started gathering in the chilly dawn; which nearly made my poor fetlocks freeze. I breathed deeply, soaking in the beauty of a misty morn.
Ten minutes later I went and checked on Agnes, she seemed to be doing fine. I stood and looked at Hazel's cold, stiff body. A week ago it was vibrant and full of life and laughter. Now, because of those infernal wolves, she was dead. And there her body still remains.
Suddenly an interesting thought popped into my head, I wonder what Lune is doing right now...where could he be? What happened to him? Did he escape with Mourir, or become a good stallion? I wonder -
"Mitty."
"WAHHHGGG!" I jumped three feet in the air!
"Mitty! Pipe down."
I realized Alastair was talking to me, "Oh...hi..." I sheepishly replied, feeling foolish for my dramatic response.
"I'm going to need your help in organizing the herd. Now that it's sunrise and I can see better, were going to sort out everything."
"What do you want me to do, then?" Alastair was strikingly handsome as the sun outlined his tall figure.
"I want you to gather all the mares, foals, colts, and fillies that are able to walk over to that mound." He indicated to the mound me and him talked on only a few hours before.
"Alright,"
"Good," He turned to walk away.
"Alastair?"
"What?" He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "I'm a busy horse."
"Do you think the wolves will try to attack us again?"
"I can't say, though I doubt they would try that again, for I killed their leader."
His eyes shone with pride, while my eyes widened, "You did?"
"Yes, now I have to go,"
With a parting glance he left me standing there feeling foolish - and ever so slightly annoyed.
I trudged towards a couple mares and a colt, "Hey, go meet Alastair on the mound! Hurry!" I called.
I rounded up everyone who could walk in about ten minutes, then joined them. Alastair was standing on the mound, head high, feet prancing, tail swishing, and an arrogant voice that carried over the land like wildfire.
"We will only stay here until the last of the horses have healed; then we'll move on! We must be quick, for I want to reach our winter grounds before the snows do. So, Grace! Come on up here." Grace trudged up next to him, "Grace, how any more days until we can move?"
"Who can say? Some horses will die, some will survive but could not take vigorous traveling - especially through snow."
Alastair seemed aggravated, "Well, if they aren't better in five days, we will leave without them." I gasped. Agnes seemed in no condition to move, even in five days!
Alastair is becoming ruthless! The attack has made him cranky and short tempered...Why oh, why did the stupid wolves ever have to attack our herd?! I glowered at Alastair, if he was going to be like that, let him! I wasn't going to be his doormat. But Agnes was to weak to be anything but a doormat.
"Now, we have one more thing," He turned around and whispered to Grace. She left and gathered a few foals then stood by Alastair on the mound.
Alastair looked at me, "Mitty, get over here." Everyone turned to stare.
I obediently walked towards him, glowering at the other mares. "What is it, Alastair?"
"We have a few foals who have lost their mothers during combat," He stated, "And I wanted to make sure you heard, for I thought I saw you sleeping over there." He sneered. Golly! What is his problem? I inwardly raged.
"I wasn't sleeping, merely shutting my brain off; your words were so slow and pointless that my mind wondered off into more important matters."
Alastair bit my neck and tore some skin off! "NEIGH!" I screamed and kicked his belly, "What was that for?"
"Shape up!" He glared at me, I glared back and stamped.
"As I was saying," He went on, "We have a filly here...I don't know her name, but I have talked to the other mares and we have decided that Mitty should take on the responsibility of being a foster mother to this filly, which was left behind by Yaedda."
My head snapped in the direction of the filly, she was the stark grey one! Her eyes were an unnatural blue, and they were cold - cold as ice. They somehow reminded me of Mourir, but I didn't think that over; I was still trying to deal with the fact I had a filly to take care of! A mother!? What!? It was way more than I bargained for! I had Agnes to take care of! Another filly, especially one with personal issues would be too much for me, and on top of that I was pregnant!
But somehow I knew that Alastair commanded me to take her whether I wanted to or not.
"So, Mitty." Alastair addressed me, "You have a new charge, I trust you will be a good influence on her..." He went on but I didn't hear it, I merely walked off the mound with her at my side, following, but not wanting too. She was a silent and hard hearted filly. Only five months old, but much more experienced and weathered than your average one.
I tried to start up a conversation, "I'm Mitty,"
"I know," Her pale eyes seemed to stare through my soul. She gave me the creeps.
"I am sorry about Yaedda."
She ignored me and lowered her head to crop grass. My temper flared! She couldn't ignore me, I gave her a swift kick and nip to let her know I was boss. Her ears went back and she struck out at me; I half reared and neighed in aggression, she subdued - but angrily.
"C'mon." I snapped.
She followed me over to Agnes.
Agnes looked a little better, but still feverish.
I looked back at my new charge, oh what a day I'm having!