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This is what I do when it is midquarter and I have a stack of papers to grade and enter into the online grading system. he he
I wrote this today. It got kind of long and I don't blame you if you don't make it through, thought some of you might like it.
Little Star's Big Save
The forgotten little pony shivered as the wind swept over the hill. Good thing he had a thick winter coat to keep him warm as he had no place to get out of the weather. His feet hurt as he stumbled around on overgrown hooves. It was hard to walk with the snow balled up in his hooves. He slipped and slid on the snow as he tried to find a bit of grass here and there through the white stuff. Every now and then he could hear a cow’s mournful moo and he wished he could just visit with them for a minute. Anyone to talk to would be nice. He sure missed his momma. He hadn’t had very long with her, but he could never forget those warm eyes and comforting kisses. It had been so long since he had another friend to stand with and pass the time.
The sun slipped over the horizon and he stumbled to the gate. Soon the old man would bring him a bite of hay. That hay would taste so good and would help warm him through the night. This was his favorite time of day. He flipped his head, and a mane and forelock choked with burdocks clunked against his head and neck. He staggered to the fence, dragging his matted tail behind him. He waited at the fence, and waited, even whinnying once to remind them all he was there. But no one came this cold night. Then the rain started to fall.
This wasn’t the pleasant cooling rain of summer. It was the bitter, biting rain of late fall. Each drop soaking through his warm coat until it was drenched and heavy against his skin. The wind continued and it mercilessly beat against his shivering body. With each freezing blast his head drooped, until his nose nearly touched the ground. He watched through squinted eyes as the lights in the house clicked off one by one and he knew that no hay would be coming this night. Hoping that maybe if he made himself closer to the ground the wind would hit him less, he flopped to the ground and curled his long, misshapen hooves beneath him.
As shivers wracked his little body he tried to remember warmer, happier times when the grass would be growing and warm breezes would ruffle his free flowing mane. Those times were so long ago it seemed. Just then he felt a warm breeze sweep over him and a small, palomino pony appeared before him. She seemed to be giving off the warmth and she had a strange hazy glow about her. She reached down her nose and breathed a soft breath upon his upturned face and he felt a new feeling spread through him. “Go to sleep tonight, little Thunder. Tomorrow I am sending my family to see you. I promise you that this will be the last night you sleep upon the cold earth and that your heart will know the love and companionship that family brings. But this reward comes at a price. They will shower you with all the love that they have and in payment you must treat the family with respect and kindness. Take care of the young ones because they are, were, my girls. They need a little friend to listen to their problems and teach them how to be horse owners. If you can accept this responsibility, I will make sure that the family takes you home tomorrow.â€
Thunder listened to all of this as hope blossomed and grew in his chest. He nodded his little silver head in eager agreement to the other pony’s plan and he shivered again, this time in excitement. As the other pony faded and dimmed with her warm brown eyes gazing into his, the rain stopped and the wind lost its fierceness. A voice came as if on the breath of the last gust, “Tell the little ones that Little Star sent you.†Now Thunder could make it through another night as he had hope in his chest to keep him warm.
The next morning came and time seemed to drag by. He continued to stagger around his pen, trying not to trip over the jagged barbed wire strewn about, or the broken pieces of machinery that littered his pen. The sun was at its peak, well as high up as it gets at noon on a northern fall day, and now Thunder was becoming worried. Maybe it had all been a dream. He was so worried he never heard the sound of the strange pickup and rattling trailer pulling into the driveway. But he did hear a voice a few minutes later call out, “Pony! Are you in there?†Even though it was a strange voice, he knew that it was the family that Little Star had sent. He shuffled up the slippery hill as fast as his snow packed feet would take them. He heard the lady’s sharp intake of breath when she saw him and he tried to look his proudest. He was so embarrassed at his messy appearance, but he carried himself with as much dignity as he could muster all the way to the gate. She reached her hand over and he stretched his tiny muzzle up to lick her hand. The next thing Thunder knew the woman was beside him and a man had joined her. They were both rubbing their hands and scratching him in all the right places. The man that was supposed to bring the hay came up and as a group they started talking. Thunder tried to listen but the hands kept rubbing and it felt so good he lost himself in the pure joy of it. Before he knew it they had clipped a lead rope on that choking halter and out the gate he went. The last time he had been out of the gate, people had chased and thrown things at him until he finally went back in. But not this time. The lady kept a reassuring hand on his back as he was led to a funny green box. The man opened the door and told him to get in. Thunder wasn’t too sure about this. It was dark and scary in there and it sure made a lot of noise. Then the lady gave him some little brown things in a bucket and wow, were they ever good. The man took them in the green box so Thunder thought he had better get in there if he wanted more. As he enjoyed those little kernels of joy the loud metal door clanged shut behind him and it got suddenly dark. He started to get very afraid, and then remembered Little Star’s words. She had said it would be okay, so he relaxed.
The big green box started moving and a few minutes later it stopped. Thunder was asked to come back out and he did. It was still so hard to walk. This place was strange and he didn’t see any children here at all. The man took off that choking halter and instead a shiny, new, comfortable one was placed upon him. The lady asked him to follow her so he did. Another strange man came to him with some sort of tool. He kept picking up Thunder’s feet and doing strange things to him. The feeling was so weird and the noise kind of hurt Thunder’s ears, but when the strange man put Thunder’s feet down they felt so good. He could stand evenly again and it wasn’t hard to walk at all. He almost danced back to the green box. He jumped back in as this was going better than he ever imagined. The next journey was even shorter and he was again led out of the green box.
Thunder stepped down at his new home and was immediately greeted by welcoming nickers and whinnies. He was so excited to see all the other horses and ponies at his new home. The lady was greeted by two smiling, giggling little girls who rubbed him and hugged him tightly around the neck. His eyes glittered with happiness. The lady and girls picked out every one of the dreaded burdocks and he finally was able to flip his mane and tail pain free. He felt amazingly wonderful, better than he had in years. He was given a big pile of fresh hay and a big bucket of fresh water. He couldn’t contain the joy that was seeping throughout him. He was introduced to a big black pony named Shadow and a smaller gold pony named, Goldie. They had been Little Star’s friends and were happy to have someone new to share their home with. He quickly learned from them that many of the horses and ponies on this farm had been unwanted or not cared for when they came. They reassured him that he would have a happy, safe life here with them and for that he was grateful. That night as he lay curled in the straw of his new warm stall he dreamt again of Little Star. The tiny golden pony reminded him to keep up his end of the bargain. A single tear fell from her eye as she told Thunder how she had been called away and was entrusting her girls to him. He promised to take care of the little ones and her warm brown eyes smiled at him. As he awoke he gave himself a good shake and realized that he was looking forward to a new day, something he hadn’t been able to do for such a long time. Today was a new day and there were many more bright new days ahead.
I wrote this today. It got kind of long and I don't blame you if you don't make it through, thought some of you might like it.
Little Star's Big Save
The forgotten little pony shivered as the wind swept over the hill. Good thing he had a thick winter coat to keep him warm as he had no place to get out of the weather. His feet hurt as he stumbled around on overgrown hooves. It was hard to walk with the snow balled up in his hooves. He slipped and slid on the snow as he tried to find a bit of grass here and there through the white stuff. Every now and then he could hear a cow’s mournful moo and he wished he could just visit with them for a minute. Anyone to talk to would be nice. He sure missed his momma. He hadn’t had very long with her, but he could never forget those warm eyes and comforting kisses. It had been so long since he had another friend to stand with and pass the time.
The sun slipped over the horizon and he stumbled to the gate. Soon the old man would bring him a bite of hay. That hay would taste so good and would help warm him through the night. This was his favorite time of day. He flipped his head, and a mane and forelock choked with burdocks clunked against his head and neck. He staggered to the fence, dragging his matted tail behind him. He waited at the fence, and waited, even whinnying once to remind them all he was there. But no one came this cold night. Then the rain started to fall.
This wasn’t the pleasant cooling rain of summer. It was the bitter, biting rain of late fall. Each drop soaking through his warm coat until it was drenched and heavy against his skin. The wind continued and it mercilessly beat against his shivering body. With each freezing blast his head drooped, until his nose nearly touched the ground. He watched through squinted eyes as the lights in the house clicked off one by one and he knew that no hay would be coming this night. Hoping that maybe if he made himself closer to the ground the wind would hit him less, he flopped to the ground and curled his long, misshapen hooves beneath him.
As shivers wracked his little body he tried to remember warmer, happier times when the grass would be growing and warm breezes would ruffle his free flowing mane. Those times were so long ago it seemed. Just then he felt a warm breeze sweep over him and a small, palomino pony appeared before him. She seemed to be giving off the warmth and she had a strange hazy glow about her. She reached down her nose and breathed a soft breath upon his upturned face and he felt a new feeling spread through him. “Go to sleep tonight, little Thunder. Tomorrow I am sending my family to see you. I promise you that this will be the last night you sleep upon the cold earth and that your heart will know the love and companionship that family brings. But this reward comes at a price. They will shower you with all the love that they have and in payment you must treat the family with respect and kindness. Take care of the young ones because they are, were, my girls. They need a little friend to listen to their problems and teach them how to be horse owners. If you can accept this responsibility, I will make sure that the family takes you home tomorrow.â€
Thunder listened to all of this as hope blossomed and grew in his chest. He nodded his little silver head in eager agreement to the other pony’s plan and he shivered again, this time in excitement. As the other pony faded and dimmed with her warm brown eyes gazing into his, the rain stopped and the wind lost its fierceness. A voice came as if on the breath of the last gust, “Tell the little ones that Little Star sent you.†Now Thunder could make it through another night as he had hope in his chest to keep him warm.
The next morning came and time seemed to drag by. He continued to stagger around his pen, trying not to trip over the jagged barbed wire strewn about, or the broken pieces of machinery that littered his pen. The sun was at its peak, well as high up as it gets at noon on a northern fall day, and now Thunder was becoming worried. Maybe it had all been a dream. He was so worried he never heard the sound of the strange pickup and rattling trailer pulling into the driveway. But he did hear a voice a few minutes later call out, “Pony! Are you in there?†Even though it was a strange voice, he knew that it was the family that Little Star had sent. He shuffled up the slippery hill as fast as his snow packed feet would take them. He heard the lady’s sharp intake of breath when she saw him and he tried to look his proudest. He was so embarrassed at his messy appearance, but he carried himself with as much dignity as he could muster all the way to the gate. She reached her hand over and he stretched his tiny muzzle up to lick her hand. The next thing Thunder knew the woman was beside him and a man had joined her. They were both rubbing their hands and scratching him in all the right places. The man that was supposed to bring the hay came up and as a group they started talking. Thunder tried to listen but the hands kept rubbing and it felt so good he lost himself in the pure joy of it. Before he knew it they had clipped a lead rope on that choking halter and out the gate he went. The last time he had been out of the gate, people had chased and thrown things at him until he finally went back in. But not this time. The lady kept a reassuring hand on his back as he was led to a funny green box. The man opened the door and told him to get in. Thunder wasn’t too sure about this. It was dark and scary in there and it sure made a lot of noise. Then the lady gave him some little brown things in a bucket and wow, were they ever good. The man took them in the green box so Thunder thought he had better get in there if he wanted more. As he enjoyed those little kernels of joy the loud metal door clanged shut behind him and it got suddenly dark. He started to get very afraid, and then remembered Little Star’s words. She had said it would be okay, so he relaxed.
The big green box started moving and a few minutes later it stopped. Thunder was asked to come back out and he did. It was still so hard to walk. This place was strange and he didn’t see any children here at all. The man took off that choking halter and instead a shiny, new, comfortable one was placed upon him. The lady asked him to follow her so he did. Another strange man came to him with some sort of tool. He kept picking up Thunder’s feet and doing strange things to him. The feeling was so weird and the noise kind of hurt Thunder’s ears, but when the strange man put Thunder’s feet down they felt so good. He could stand evenly again and it wasn’t hard to walk at all. He almost danced back to the green box. He jumped back in as this was going better than he ever imagined. The next journey was even shorter and he was again led out of the green box.
Thunder stepped down at his new home and was immediately greeted by welcoming nickers and whinnies. He was so excited to see all the other horses and ponies at his new home. The lady was greeted by two smiling, giggling little girls who rubbed him and hugged him tightly around the neck. His eyes glittered with happiness. The lady and girls picked out every one of the dreaded burdocks and he finally was able to flip his mane and tail pain free. He felt amazingly wonderful, better than he had in years. He was given a big pile of fresh hay and a big bucket of fresh water. He couldn’t contain the joy that was seeping throughout him. He was introduced to a big black pony named Shadow and a smaller gold pony named, Goldie. They had been Little Star’s friends and were happy to have someone new to share their home with. He quickly learned from them that many of the horses and ponies on this farm had been unwanted or not cared for when they came. They reassured him that he would have a happy, safe life here with them and for that he was grateful. That night as he lay curled in the straw of his new warm stall he dreamt again of Little Star. The tiny golden pony reminded him to keep up his end of the bargain. A single tear fell from her eye as she told Thunder how she had been called away and was entrusting her girls to him. He promised to take care of the little ones and her warm brown eyes smiled at him. As he awoke he gave himself a good shake and realized that he was looking forward to a new day, something he hadn’t been able to do for such a long time. Today was a new day and there were many more bright new days ahead.
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