Novel & Cerita Goofy Ahh Horse

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.

I grin ridiculously. Smiling, I grab my old vintage canon and click a few pictures. The horses are both brown, except one has a white patch on the back and neck. I saunter along the fence, nearing them, slowly, as though afraid to startle them. Now this is what I call having fun.

Adir climb the horse and pull the reins and the horse repeated his action "What's wrong with you?" "He's hungry"Karen announce,holding her frock as she descend the stairs. "He's not,right Arnold?"Arnold neigh bringing a smile to Karen lips "be a good boy" "Come in,I'll feed him to his heart content" "Are you a ghost?" "No" "Then leave me blurry faced"Adir snap and caress the horse hair,Karen notice a black B letter in gold at the corner of his ear covered up with the brown fluffing hair around his body "Are you In love with my horses?"

*Sage POV* I found it strange that Draven wouldn’t just tell me why he had to change the locks again. If it wasn’t serious, he could have just explained. As worried as I am, I can’t let him see it. Not when he is trying so hard to give me a good day. I had a great time bowling, but it was the horses that had made my day so far. The horse I rode was an Appaloosa that looked almost like a Dalmation puppy.

I cough when the fog made of dust covers everything around me. “Weeeeeheeeehehehe” I look at the one who made that sound in front of me and I see a horse with three tails and with the color of yellow orange, its hair are burning fire and its eyes are yellowish. It looks at me as if smiling at me in glee. “No way! Dwen?” I ask still in amazement.

Godric had fine taste in horseflesh, she could give him that. Emily feigned shyness as she reached out to stroke the horse. He was a curious creature, but like all thoroughbreds, the gelding showed his arrogance. His dark, cinnamon eyes fixed on her reproachfully, yet he couldn't resist bumping his nose against her palm. She jumped back theatrically when he jerked his head up and huffed.

I smiled even more contentedly as I nodded, "Ah! See how excited it is to have its new adorable name, right Mummy?" The horse snorted and whinged as though it couldn't contain it's dissatisfaction but at the same time, looked helpless as it didn't have an outlet to vent it's frustrations. I smiled a little more at it's disgruntled face and said, "My precious Mummy, you should learn to not ignore mommy from now on, okay?" The horse puffed it's nostrils and looked away from me, seeming as though it was lamenting it's fate in sheer anguish. "Well then, shall we go?" I turned around to look at a wide-eyed Fredurd, who stood half a meter away from me, gawking dumbly at the little spectacle that j

It took away from that hard image I worked to project. I turned to see the little boy I had spotted on the porch yesterday. I smiled, appreciating his curiosity. “Yes, it is. She’s a mare. Her name is Fiona.” “What’s a mare?” “A mare is a girl horse,” I answered, trying to keep it simple. “This particular horse is called a paint.” “A paint?” he asked, scrunching up his nose. “What’s that?” I laughed, realizing I was probably giving the poor kid way too much information. “A paint is a type of horse, like a bulldog is a type of dog.”

"Are you sure she doesn't want to talk to you at all?" 'She doesn't. Didn't even want to ask me the names of my dogs. She just went ahead and named them whatever she wanted. Oreo and Chunky Monkey." He rolled his eyes in disapproval. "My goldfish are now called Tiklu and Piklu, and angelfish are Chunnu and Munnu, if you are interested in knowing. And my horse is Buchkoo. God knows what the hell that means." Aaron burst out laughing. "Must be some Indian snack names. They sound cute."

Special stood looking sullenly at Abel who was crying real hard. She squat to her level and patted her back soothingly, she couldn't think of better words to say. she gat a job to do and not to pet some human girl. she thought of a plan and giggled when she got one. Abel heard her giggle and started at her to know what was amusing. "Why are you crying over a horse. it's just a horse, you shouldn't be crying over it, special said and earned a bad stare from Abel.