Horse Stories

Horse Story by April

Age 12, Washington

Stranger lay in his stall breathing in short, loud gasps. April knelt beside him and whispered, "it’s alright, your going to be fine!" The vet slid the tube down Stranger’s nose. The horse’s eyes rolled back in his head as he gulped the liquid. "All we can do now is wait, said Dr. Palm. Colic is an odd thing you know." April waved him away like she was dismissing a slave. Obediently the vet left. April lay there stroking Stranger’s side. "Please give me your pain. I can take it. Please!" She pushed her head down in the soft hay and wept. As she layed there she thought about all the fun times her and Stranger had. The time when Stranger had eaten the apple pie mommy had set out on the windowsill to cool. She sat up and looked into his big black eyes. They were half closed and twitching. Then the heavy lashes went down over the beautiful pools of darkness. Stranger stopped gulping for air, and his sides stopped heaving. He had died. April looked at him and screamed. She cried hard, hard enough to flood the Atlantic. She cried so hard that she almost vomited. "No, she sobbed, No." Stranger was given a proper funeral that week. April will always remember him and even if she can’t see him, she can feel him everywhere. She knows his spirit will forever stay with her, forever.
The End.

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	Horse Story by April Age 12, Washington
	Stranger lay in his stall breathing in short, loud gasps. April knelt beside him and whispered, "it’s alright, your going to be fine!" The vet slid the tube down Stranger’s nose. The horse’s eyes rolled back in his head as he gulped the liquid. "All we can do now is wait, said Dr. Palm. Colic is an odd thing you know." April waved him away like she was dismissing a slave. Obediently the vet left. April lay there stroking Stranger’s side. "Please give me your pain. I can take it. Please!" She pushed her head down in the soft hay and wept. As she layed there she thought about all the fun times her and Stranger had. The time when Stranger had eaten the apple pie mommy had set out on the windowsill to cool. She sat up and looked into his big black eyes. They were half closed and twitching. Then the heavy lashes went down over the beautiful pools of darkness. Stranger stopped gulping for air, and his sides stopped heaving. He had died. April looked at him and screamed. She cried hard, hard enough to flood the Atlantic. She cried so hard that she almost vomited. "No, she sobbed, No." Stranger was given a proper funeral that week. April will always remember him and even if she can’t see him, she can feel him everywhere. She knows his spirit will forever stay with her, forever. The End.
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