Post by serendipity on Nov 27, 2005 9:12:17 GMT -5
Name her Sara
Breed her Mustang
Make her A light who thinks she is dark
Think of her All alone. No friends, no enemies. She thinks she is a dark, but she was born a light, and has one single soft spot in her heart. When she finds the right brute, she will know
Age her 3, young and impressionable
Color her Black, with a lonely white star plastered on her forehead
Sara wandered out into the damp, cold, bone-chilling rain. Why didn't she just stay in the cave where it was nice and warm? Because she was a foal, that's why. A little filla who had run away from her family. She got what was coming to her, if you think about it. I mean, sure, she could live quite "nicely" in this tiny cave for a very long time. But who would want to live here? No one, that's who. Absolutely no one would want to live in that dank, musty, rat hole of a place. Things were bad right now.
In fact, Sara thought, things had been "bad" ever since she had left the security of her home. They were going to kick her out in a few months anyway, though. It's not like anything interesting was happening there, either. Yep, life was boring. Life seemed like a bunny rabbit, hopping through the bushes. After awhile, all the bushes start to look the same, and you can't remember where you've been.
See, what you don't know yet about Sara is that she has 'problems'. Her brain doesn't function correctly, and most horses think she is stupid. She is actually very smart, but she doesn't speak. Not a word has ever slipped from her mouth in front of others. She can hear, though, and knows what horses say about her. Truthfully, she could talk if she felt like it, but she would sound funny. Everybody would laugh at her, make fun of her. Sometimes, if she has a moment all alone, she speaks to her reflection in the water. You will never hear her talk, though, however hard you try.
As she wandered farther and farther away from comfort, Sara wondered if she had made a mistake. Her parents had loved her, they just had a strange way of showing it. As bad as everything was, it was good that she was passing a creek. Sara stopped and drank from the quiet stream of water. She stared at herself and spoke quietly in a voice that had never been heard by another horse. Hel...lo. M..y nnname i...s S....ar..a. Her slurred way a talking made it hard for her to understand even herself. She stopped and started again in random places. She would just say something like Hi, I'm and two minutes later manage to choke out her name. Silently, her tears fell into the creek. Everything was good, crying always made everything good.
The silent femme came towards this devilish place. She looked around, seeing other mares, like her, without a home. She saw a few big brutes, taking the femmes and dragging them to a new home. This place would have to do for now, but once a brute found her, she would have to with him. For that 'twas the way of the world.
Breed her Mustang
Make her A light who thinks she is dark
Think of her All alone. No friends, no enemies. She thinks she is a dark, but she was born a light, and has one single soft spot in her heart. When she finds the right brute, she will know
Age her 3, young and impressionable
Color her Black, with a lonely white star plastered on her forehead
Sara wandered out into the damp, cold, bone-chilling rain. Why didn't she just stay in the cave where it was nice and warm? Because she was a foal, that's why. A little filla who had run away from her family. She got what was coming to her, if you think about it. I mean, sure, she could live quite "nicely" in this tiny cave for a very long time. But who would want to live here? No one, that's who. Absolutely no one would want to live in that dank, musty, rat hole of a place. Things were bad right now.
In fact, Sara thought, things had been "bad" ever since she had left the security of her home. They were going to kick her out in a few months anyway, though. It's not like anything interesting was happening there, either. Yep, life was boring. Life seemed like a bunny rabbit, hopping through the bushes. After awhile, all the bushes start to look the same, and you can't remember where you've been.
See, what you don't know yet about Sara is that she has 'problems'. Her brain doesn't function correctly, and most horses think she is stupid. She is actually very smart, but she doesn't speak. Not a word has ever slipped from her mouth in front of others. She can hear, though, and knows what horses say about her. Truthfully, she could talk if she felt like it, but she would sound funny. Everybody would laugh at her, make fun of her. Sometimes, if she has a moment all alone, she speaks to her reflection in the water. You will never hear her talk, though, however hard you try.
As she wandered farther and farther away from comfort, Sara wondered if she had made a mistake. Her parents had loved her, they just had a strange way of showing it. As bad as everything was, it was good that she was passing a creek. Sara stopped and drank from the quiet stream of water. She stared at herself and spoke quietly in a voice that had never been heard by another horse. Hel...lo. M..y nnname i...s S....ar..a. Her slurred way a talking made it hard for her to understand even herself. She stopped and started again in random places. She would just say something like Hi, I'm and two minutes later manage to choke out her name. Silently, her tears fell into the creek. Everything was good, crying always made everything good.
The silent femme came towards this devilish place. She looked around, seeing other mares, like her, without a home. She saw a few big brutes, taking the femmes and dragging them to a new home. This place would have to do for now, but once a brute found her, she would have to with him. For that 'twas the way of the world.
