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Horse Stories
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The following horse stories were told to me by Kathy
Adler during a phone conversation. The main character is
Little John, direct descendant of Man Of War, the greatest
race horse that ever lived. John is a remarkable and
intelligent horse - he even knows the difference between yes
no and please! If you ask him questions, or request
something of him, he will indicate the answers or requests by
positioning his head and feet differently.
One morning when I came in to feed Little John, he did
a series of things he never did before. He first turned me
around by pushing on my shoulder. Then he stretched his neck
way out and "kissed" me on the mouth! I thought it very
strange and wondered where he had learned such a behavior.
Later, my daughter asked her friend Debbie if her and Kevin
were in the barn last night. She answered, "Yeah, we were."
She asked, "What were you and Kevin doing in the barn last
night, in the barn, Debbie?" She answered, "We were just
talking." Well, she finally volunteered under a little
pressure, that her and Kevin were kissing. Debbie then,
stomped up to Little John and said, "You're the most ROTTEN
horse!!"
On the way to a friend's wedding, we spontaneously
decided to take some pictures with Little John. Well, he had
differernt ideas. My son tried to halter him, and he just
would'nt have it. He bolted and sped off. Suddenly,
he halted in mid-run, turned on his heels and came charging
towards him. He gallopped through the mud puddle near him,
covering my son with thick, gloppy mud! So much for a clean
white shirt. Then my niece lured Little John with a handful
of Omelene (a granola-like, mollasses covered oat mix for
horses).
As he ate calmly from her hand, she smugly said, "Now
we're getting somewhere." Just then, Little John got some
water and spit half-chewed Omolene and water all over her
head! We all ended up getting mud splashed, grain covered or
something similar during this eventful "photo (or non-photo)
session!" We all had a great laugh - especially the stable
owner, Mary. She was literally doubled over laughing!
My First (Real) Pony Ride
For two weeks in July, Between the ages of 8and 10,
my parents took me to my Uncle Hugh's and Aunt Jean's
beautiful ranch in Kentucky. What a wonder world for a young
city girl! One summer, when I was almost ten, I decieded it
was time to ride there black Morgan horse, Billy. Uncle Hugh
had a hard time waking Bily up from his nap. I Remember
kneeling down beside Billy and stroking his satiny, velvety
black coat. It was very exciting to think that in just a few
short minutes, I would be on his back, riding across the
meadow!
Well, Billy woke up, alright. As soon as I grabbed the
reigns, he took off like a flash, leaving four worried adults
in a cloud of dust! My heart was racing. What fun! I'm sure
my parents thought otherwise. I saw that we were headed for
a low, oak tree branch, I did my best to steer him to the
right and around it, but he was on his on course, and there
was nothing I could do to change it! So I leaned forward,
long and low and hugged Billy's big, thick neck real tight.
He slowed down, and I was able to convince him to take me
back to the corral where four, very anxious adults greeted me
with choruses of "Are you alright?" I was a little shaky from
all the excitement, but was one big smile inside for having
had the greatest adventure yet!!
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Chapter End