Bojack Horseman Oc の小説・ストーリー

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

Beth then said to everyone, "We can smoke while we walk there. Please just don’t get my joint all soggy. " Sunny giggled and said, "Sharing is caring! “ As everyone was walking and passing the joint, Toby asked Sunny, "How were you after seeing the pale white horse? " Sunny replied, "I actually saw the pale horse again while on vacation in Ocean City. " Toby puckered his forehead as he said, "You’re kidding me?" That’s not good! I’ve heard stories that once you see the horse, you can see it anywhere. " Sunny nodded and continued, "Yeah, it was a bit unsettling. "

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

she scribbled on her board. Cole rolled his eyes. "The kids named him. Once a month, I host a non-profit organization that puts special-needs kids on horses. About a year ago, I got this little brown horse from a rescue group, and when the kids saw him, they decided he was Taco." Jenny reached out and petted Taco as he followed Layla out to the pasture. In the next stall was a huge black horse which shook its head and danced sideways as Cole and Jenny approached. "This is my boy Apollo." Cole smiled proudly. "He's pure Arabian. My one extravagant purchase."

They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance. The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner. “That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

"What does the name mean?" "Ojemba means a traveler or wanderer," Nwife smiled. "Nice name," she said after staring at the horse. I wonder how it sees at night." "Horses have a good nice vision. Nights to them are just like day, there is no difference at all," Nwife explained. "We need to make fire I'm feeling cold already," Ije said. "No, let's move forward a bit," Nwife suggested. Oj began to move forward as though it heard what they said. Nwife and Ije walked behind. The horse stopped at a spot and lay down.

The rain would cause minor issues with visibility on the recon mission tonight, and the damp evening wasn’t favorable calving conditions, but he enjoyed the sound all the same. A sharp whinny drew his attention. Jeremy turned to find Wes’s horse, Black Jack, baring his teeth at a goose who’d taken refuge in the barn. Silver was watching the other horse with disdain, his tail raised high and haughty as if Black Jack’s petty antics were beneath him.

Being early was being on time. We got back in the truck and finished the drive to the rodeo location. When we got out to the arena, I parked my truck with all the others that had trailers. I got out and went to get Cash from the trailer so he could move a little. Cash was a tall dark gray flea-bit gelding that mom had gotten me about eight years ago. He was a great cattle horse and perfect for roping events. I felt bad that I hadn't been exercising him the way I should be.

The things we said became the truth, and she’d said some things that made him think she might be onto the truth. There were moments that asked questions and moments meant for answers. She brushed a stray hair from his face and let her fingers slide down his cheek. “Now, tell me about these horses. I want to ride with you soon.” He tugged her hand and led her to the first stall. “This is Carson. He’s a Quarter Horse we got last year from Georgia.” Moving from stall to stall, he told her about every horse and their unique personalities before promising she could ride a few sometime.

"Wish we could stay, but you know I have to get ready for my father's party tonight." Meanwhile, John had seen the two horses tied out in front of the shack and immediately recognized his son's prized stallion, Jasper, and Vivian's golden mare. He'd returned from town a couple of hours before, cutting across Macabe property to enjoy the Fall foliage which was, at this time of year, bright shades of gold and reds. Finding Vince and Vivian was unexpected, but not unfortunate.