My Little 'Orses.RTF

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Prologue

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I had stepped into the transport, with the rest of my herd. (Nothing new, or strange about that; we had been on these transports often enough.)

Only, this is the last time, we will enter this transport; even if I do not know, or understand it right now. Not as if I had minded the transport all that much.

The trip over, to what is to be our new home had been uneventful enough. No complaints there. She takes care of us, takes us to all the places we need to go; including the vet: Veterinarian, if and when we need to go. (Which we do need, every once in a while; any Pet owner will know this.)

Once we had arrived, at the new home; she had led me up to the gate, opening by itself. I had followed the path; leading to the box, intended to be my home. (At least, until further notice.)

The path is leading me step-by-step, to the box marked as my home. There is just the one path, open; I trot along this path, slowly. No point in trying to force it; the path only opens once step at the time; closing behind me, as I had cleared the gate to the next section.

I know my herd is waiting, behind me; ready to follow me, as soon as they are permitted. They will come, they will follow me; as soon as they can, as I am all they have. They are all I have, in turn.

I guess I can wait, so long as it is within reason.

The door to my box is sliding up, opening before me as I am reaching it, only to slide shut behind me, as I had entered my box.

There is only the scent, of the one girl; the girl intended to care for me, to take care of us.

The box is clean, to the point of feeling sterile; yet, I have everything I need. Water, food, salt lick, soft bedding and fresh air. Oh, not to forget; I expect to be able to see the rest of my herd.

This is a box, intended for longer stay, unsupervised; not a stall, intended for short-term, only.

While I am waiting, for the rest of my herd to come after me; I make myself at home, enjoying the food I had been served. Aside from sniffing and spreading my very own scent over the stall; rubbing myself against the walls in the process.

Since this box had to be brand new, based on the utter and complete lack of scents and other markings; I am the first resident, in this box. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, to me; breaking new ground, for myself and my herd. Well; at least, I will be reunited with the rest of the herd, shortly.

The door to my box is sliding up, opening before me as I am reaching it, only to slide shut behind me, as I had entered my box.

There is only the scent, of the one girl; the girl intended to care for me, to take care of us.

The box is clean, to the point of feeling sterile; yet, I have everything I need. Water, food, salt lick, soft bedding and fresh air. Oh, not to forget; I expect to be able to see the rest of my herd.

This is a box, intended for longer stay, unsupervised; not a stall, intended for short-term, only.

While I am waiting, for the rest of my herd to come after me; I make myself at home, enjoying the food I had been served. Aside from sniffing and spreading my very own scent over the stall; rubbing myself against the walls in the process.

Since this box had to be brand new, based on the utter and complete lack of scents and other markings; I am the first resident, in this box. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, to me; breaking new ground, for myself and my herd. Well; at least, I will be reunited with the rest of the herd, shortly. (Snortly)

While it is a bit lonely; but the food is still good; both they hay and everything else.

After a while, I can hear the distinct noises of little hooves on the floor; one Horse after the other, trotting over to their new homes, in their respective boxes. (Just that none of them is very close to me, my box) At least; I know they had arrived safely, everyone had moved in into the same stable.

I can hear the Whinnies, Snorts and Snickers from the Mares and the Filly. My Mares and My very own Filly.

The noises change, after a while; the first Mare is lead out of her box, towards the green pasture just outside. Once she had arrived safely, to the pasture; the next Mare is heard trotting along the path to meat up with the first in the pasture. Now the Filly is lead to the pasture, meeting up with the two first Mares. Once the Filly had arrived, the third and final Mare trots over to the Mares, awaiting her.

I can clearly hear them calling for me. Finally, the gate is opening up for me; I follow my path, expectantly, as I am trotting towards our pasture.

I do arrive, and they are all there; safely.

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Once I finally do arrive, at the pasture, they’re all waiting for me. Patiently, but somewhat worried. (I guess I should have been expecting this.)

I greet them, happily and they greet me in turn.

Relieved, to see me back in the herd. I can understand their worries; I had felt them, myself too. How could I not? What had you been expecting?

What loving father would not worry, in a situation like this.

“The grass is green and luscious!” my first mare explains, once the greeting had been concluded.

“We also have water and shades!” my second mare continues.

“It is all so delicious..” my Filly burst in to explain, before she returns to enjoy the grass.

“I think, we can grow to enjoy it here..” my third Mare suggests, eagerly and a hint of excitement.

“Good, good..” I fill in; “it would seem, we have been granted a new lease, and a very pleasant home!” I conclude.

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Prologue

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