Post by layla on Oct 23, 2008 17:33:50 GMT -5
"Queenie! Come on! It's too early for this!"
A month of bonding had made both horse and rider pretty close. Layla had begun to see the mare's other side which she called her "dark side". The mare could be ornery as hell when she wanted to be. Queenie's favorite thing to do was play "run-away-from-Layla" on freezing cold mornings.
And that was exactly what she was doing.
Layla was trudging through the cold wind as Queenie stood silently in the centure of the pasture. The black jacket and jeans seemed to do little good as the girl's arms went numb. A blue lead rope was over her shoulder and her black boots made a soft crunch on the dying grass. She pleaded with the horse through her chattering teeth. To her disappointment, the beast took off in a flashy trot to the other side of the pasture. Layla ran after the horse for a good 15 minutes before she got an idea. It was how her brother had coaxed uppity stallions into coming to him. Layla dropped to the ground onto her back and laid perfectly still with her eyes closed. Queenie slowed to a halt and glanced back. Curiousity overcame her as she walked over to Layla. She nudged Layla's back a few times and nickered. Layla couldn't hold in a chuckle as she sat up and quickly clipped the lead rope onto the horses halter. With a defeated snort, Queenie nudged the girl one more time. Layla stood up and smiled as she patted the agile mare. In the blink of an eye, Queenie slipped the halter and took off again. Though she was dazed for a moment, Layla reliezed what had happened. "Noooo!" she moaned, falling to her knees in defeat. Of course she got the rebel horse.
A month of bonding had made both horse and rider pretty close. Layla had begun to see the mare's other side which she called her "dark side". The mare could be ornery as hell when she wanted to be. Queenie's favorite thing to do was play "run-away-from-Layla" on freezing cold mornings.
And that was exactly what she was doing.
Layla was trudging through the cold wind as Queenie stood silently in the centure of the pasture. The black jacket and jeans seemed to do little good as the girl's arms went numb. A blue lead rope was over her shoulder and her black boots made a soft crunch on the dying grass. She pleaded with the horse through her chattering teeth. To her disappointment, the beast took off in a flashy trot to the other side of the pasture. Layla ran after the horse for a good 15 minutes before she got an idea. It was how her brother had coaxed uppity stallions into coming to him. Layla dropped to the ground onto her back and laid perfectly still with her eyes closed. Queenie slowed to a halt and glanced back. Curiousity overcame her as she walked over to Layla. She nudged Layla's back a few times and nickered. Layla couldn't hold in a chuckle as she sat up and quickly clipped the lead rope onto the horses halter. With a defeated snort, Queenie nudged the girl one more time. Layla stood up and smiled as she patted the agile mare. In the blink of an eye, Queenie slipped the halter and took off again. Though she was dazed for a moment, Layla reliezed what had happened. "Noooo!" she moaned, falling to her knees in defeat. Of course she got the rebel horse.