life of a horse - kindy mined, caley paters, paterson lalaburty, mycayla lee (adult books to read TXT) 📗

head back when I noticed a sheet stuck on the big oak. I stared at the sheet horrified!Willow creek is to be cut downby tomorrow so we can hunt for the willow creek ponies. Anyonewith sightings of this mystical herd please report to Harry Hunter.As I read the last line I was filled with anger. Why did they have to cut down Willow Creek. I started to read Harry Hunter's contact info and reached for my phone to call him. I realised I had left it at home.I stared at my watch. I had to be at home in 2 minutes before my alarm went off. Mum would walk into my room any second now and I wouldn't be allowed to ride for a week! I galloped through the fields and led Prancer into his stable. I ran inside and got changed before running downstairs."You're up early" my mum said. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't reply."So whats the plan for today?" She questioned.As I snapped back to reality, I heard mum's question.

 

What happened, where am I? It all starts coming back to me in flashes. The ropes, pain, terror, all of it. My vision is blurry and my legs are chained together. I hear a noise and my ears perk hoping for a familiar buffer or even a snort, but all that I hear are unfamiliar footsteps. A dark shape comes into view, I whinny in fear and try to rear but the chains on my hoofs hold me back. The two-legged drops something and runs over to me with his hands in front of him. Easy girl, he says, but I am beyond soothing words. He's so close, I can see his face and smell his rancid odor. I can't get away from him, he comes closer until he grabs the rope contraption that is stuck to my face and pulls. I can't fight, I can only brace for the pain I know must come next. He is speaking quietly and gently stroking my muzzle. My quivering muscles relax and I feel my eyes droop. I give in to the overwhelming tiredness.

 

Just then I heard a click-click. It was coming from the wall! Suddenly the wall sprang open and a sandy haired boy that looked about twelve walked through. I could hardly believe my eyes. He walked over and quickly untied us. He pulled my gag off and smiled at me. “Hi. My name is Jake.” I blushed and said, “Thanks for rescuing us!” “No problem! We better get out of here!” “Ok!” I said. We went through the wall and ended up in Mrs Plum’s hallway. Alana was walking behind us and when I turned around she was gone! I was about to tell Jake that Alana was gone but someone pulled me back! The person held my mouth so I couldn’t speak. I was going to pull away but right in front of me was a black pistol. I heard Jake yell out “Hey! Where are you guys?” He walked back around and saw Bob holding me and Alana. He gasped. “If you move any closer I will pull this trigger” said Bob “Now get into the cellar!” Jake took a few steps backwards and gave a shrill whistle. The ghost horse that I had seen walked into the hallway and Jake hopped on its back!

 

The first time I saw her was in a animal rescue centre. She was standing in a small enclosure. Her ocat was caked with mud. She nuzzled me when I held out my hand. I knew straight away that she was the one I wanted! "I want her dad" I said, smiling at the grey gelding. The horse trailer wasn't big but it was suitable for the new horse. I realised I had to give her a name. Her eyes sparkled like stars. I smiled and said stardust. "Stardust?" asked dad. "Well then, welcome stardust, to our family." He patted Stardust. She flinched ever so slightly. "A bit on the thin side" said Dad."Might want to fatten her up, a bit" He said as he loaded her out of the trailer. Mum came out into the paddock. "Maria, why don't you go and get the barn ready for the new horses arrival. I'll let her out into to the paddock for a while. I ran into the barn carefully stepping over Misty, our white cat! It was almost dinner time by the time I finished. I grabbed a halter and an apple slowly walking into the big field. I talked to Stardust as i approached from behind. She turned her head around and snorted, trotting further away from me. Her back looked smooth and shiny. It wasn't dirty any more. Dad must have washed it! I couldn't help but wanting to ride her. I grabbed a saddle and bridle quickly and tacked up tTardust. As I mounted I forgot about everything and let Stardust's smooth canter carry me away. Before I knew it we were in the forest behind my house. Water trickled down all the leaves and the air was cold and cool. My hair flew in the breeze as Stardust changed into a gallop. We headed straight for a low branch. As I bent down I lost my grip and slipped from the saddle. My eyes suddenly went black. 2 hours later.I woke up, my arm was in pain. Stardust was nowhere in sight. I was late for dinner but worst of all I was lost! As i walked further into the forest the sun started to fall faster under the distant hills. I heard a loud shrill cry!!!

 

I sat comfortably on my saddle as Misty trotted into the arena.Mum was there, in the background, cheering me on. I stared at the first jump. It wasn't high. Misty cleared it easily, she also went over the 2nd and the 3rd jump. As we approached the oxer I began to get nervous- but as we got closer i felt more at ease. We were over! My happiness didn't last long as the 5th and final jump came close. The ditch was a 1m long hole in the ground. Misty snorted and lifted her front legs. She whinnied as she soared through the air. I closed my eyes and felt the air rush through my hair. With a grin on my face i opened my eyes and saw the ground rush towards my face. "Ellie, Ellie" said my mum.I opened my eyes to find myself back in my bedroom. I tried to stand up but I fell back down. My sister handed me a pair of crutches. As i hauled myself up i began to worry."What about Misty" I cried.My mum stared out of the window, I looked at the stables outside. Misty was in the field but she was limping."Tomorrow..." said mum, "Misty will be put down,""No" I cried. I tried to run fast with my sore legs but I fell back down. I hopped over to the field. My face was wet with tears, my eyes stung whilst I was trying to hold back my tears.I opened the gates to the field and hopped over to misty. She stared at me with her wide open eyes.I dug my face into her grey coat. I couldn't let her go. The next morning they came for her. I tried to stop them. They just laughed and pushed me away. After loading Misty into the horse carriage they drove away. I thought that was the last time I would see Misty. But boy was I wrong...

 

I, Jasmine, sat in the middle of a field, under a large, gnarled up willow tree. I drew many horse pictures in my journal, and began wondering what it would be like to own one? Racing through the wind with my long blonde hair blowing behind me, the horse breathing at a steady pace, her hoofs beating along with my heart like a drum. I flipped toward the back of my journal and looked at a particular horse picture I had drawn a few days ago. I knew in my heart that I wanted that horse. I had seen him down the road, jumping gracefully, with a young girl on his back, his long, slender frame never missing a beat. His ears perked, and his tail swished. I could picture myself riding him through a meadow, and the whole world stopping, for just an instant, to watch us. “Jasmine,” My mother called. “Dinner is ready.” I packed up my things and raced toward the large farm house, with a sleeping dog, Marvin, on the front steps. I raced inside, just quickly enough to where I wouldn’t be late. I sat down in my usual seat, and began making my plate. My mom and dad did the same. After dinner, I began thinking about the horse again. Man… that horse could jump. He was as swift and graceful as a fox. Mom must have noticed how spaced out I was because, being her usual self, cared to ask about what I was thinking. “I’m thinking about the horse down the road, mother. You know the one? The gelding,” I smiled, thinking that they would understand that I wanted him. When neither mom, nor dad answered, I continued on, “I would like to own him.” “Are you sure he’s even safe to ride?” Mom asked. “I mean, he could be a wild thing, and he could hurt you.” “He’s not wild. A young girl was riding him the other day.” “Well, I agree with your mother,” Dad said. “I don’t want you to get hurt, and neither your mother, nor I want to care for it our selves if he would be yours.” “I will care for him by myself. That’s the best way to become friends with him… And I even have enough money from allowance to buy him.” After a while, mom and dad finally caved in and said yes. “We will go tomorrow to ask about him.” I rushed to the old barn out back to clean out a nice stall for him. I’m finally going to have a horse, I thought. Night time came fast. I had finished cleaning up the barn, and headed inside. I rushed upstairs, put pajamas on, and went to bed. After all, tomorrow was going to be a good day. I woke up as soon as the sun rose. I did my chores first thing, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and made breakfast for my parents. They walked downstairs just as I was pulling it out of the oven. “Good heavens, Jasmine,” my mom said. “You must be very happy about this horse.” I nodded, and made them a plate of food. When we got done, I clutched my allowance in my hand, and waited for dad to start the truck. He did, and we drove down the road with a small two-horse trailer hitched to the back. I took a quick nap in the passenger seat of the truck so I wouldn’t look sleepy when we were talking to the horse’s owners. We arrived as soon as I woke up, and I jumped out of the car, rang the doorbell, and smiled a huge smile. The door opened as dad had his hands on my shoulders. The young girl was at the door with her mom. I was no longer grinning. Neither was the girl. My dad was the first to speak. “Hello. I’m John, and this is Jasmine. We were here to ask you if the grey horse was for sale.” The girl’s mom smiled. “Yes, Atlas is for sale.” She said. “How much is he?” “He is five-hundred dollars even. But, I could do a discount, if you would like. Considering I only had four-fifty, I handed to her, and hoped that it was enough. She smiled, counted the money, and walked my dad and I to the back of the house, where