My Generation Doll Horse Stable Novels & Stories

Five Years Later “Go, Dom!!!” Nine-year-old Trevor Calisto was cheering on his cousin from the fences as the boy broke into a gentle canter on his horse. Both their fathers were in the corral coaching him along the little ride. He chose the 8month old Friesian Colt a day ago when his father Killian told him it was time to get his own horse. Vincent bred top of the line horses, and the Friesian breeds he bred strictly for family. The colt was black as night with a calm demeanor matching his new master's attitude. The two boys were excited. Now they can both ride together around the ranch.

We arrived at a stable next and I gasped at the beauty of the horses, a particular brown Mare caught my attention. I reached out and stroked her fur, the horse neighed softly and relaxed in my hand. I smiled at the stable manager, he smiled back. “Does nobody ride these horses?” I asked the young boy who looked less than 20. “His Highness rides the horse from time to time. Shimer is his horse, the pure black breed at the extreme.” He pointed towards it. I nodded and turned and sure enough, a majestic black horse was at the extreme, it was in its own world nibbling on the carrots. It paid us no attention. I smiled, “Like owner, like horse.”

I could really say that this was a haven for these animals and an advantage for the nearby community too, for my aunt’s meat business was the most sought-after. “Where are the horses, Mister Leo?” I asked the driver of the golf cart after we disembarked. It was weird that there weren’t any horses in the yard this morning. They were supposed to be brought outside in order to be fed and exercised. “Inside the stable, Ms. Andrea,” he said, regarding me and my companion conspicuously. I bet he was also thinking we are couples. “Oh, I see. Thank you, sir,” I said. “You’re welcome, Ms. Andrea. Enjoy your tour,” he replied, tipping his cowboy hat that covered his graying hair.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

“Mommy, come see!” Eager for the distraction, I joined her at the window. “Look.” Elva pointed down toward the stables. “It’s Nick-lass.” Nicholas and Lilliana stood near the entrance of the stables as horses were brought to them by stable hands. Nicholas’s horse was a regal black stallion that greedily accepted a sugar cube from Nicholas’s palm. The horse chosen for Lilliana was a brown and white mare that seemed nervous around her. The horse kept trying to sidestep whenever Lilliana came too close.

Cajun stopped and looked around. “Are we here, old man?” Lloyd didn’t think it anything weird at all to be talking to a horse. Cajun just snorted and stomped. Looking around, Lloyd saw no one in the dense tree cover, but that didn’t mean they weren’t close. Ben’s horse was the smartest animal Lloyd had ever encountered. It even did tricks. When they were all in high school, Camille and Willamina had spent the summer teaching him the tricks. Ben had taken them to the state fair to see the dancing horses. Over the next long winter, he had taught the old paint pony some new tricks. Lloyd almost smiled remembering how Ben would send it out after a coyote, like a trained dog after a fox. Lloyd ea

He asks, his breath was felt on the back of her neck. Giggling she looks back at him, grabbing his hand from her waist she pulls him to a stall, “this one, the Silver Dabble Missouri Fox Trotter.” She studied horses when she was younger thanks to a book her mother gave her, she fell in love with them ever since she was six. Manuel smirks and pulls the horse out, “yes, this is a good choice, this is bullet as he is fast but he is a good trainer horse.” Saddling the stallion, he smirks and helps her on top, kissing her quickly as she jumps up, swinging her leg around.

Up close, the air between us felt charged, sending electric waves through my body. He led me to the stable where a gentle chestnut mare named Daisy waited, already saddled. “She’s sweet and patient, perfect for a beginner like you.” Cole adjusted the stirrups with his large, capable hands. “First rule: trust the horse, but trust your rider even more.”

In one corner was a gigantic swimming pool, while in the other corner was a giant water fountain, where several birds were chirping happily. The long road further crossed a gigantic beautifully structured building. "This is the assembly room, where people come and bring there greviences before father. And that is the horse stable on the extreme corner. We have 17 horses currently." William pointed towards an elongated building at an extreme end of the garden.

"I'm not going, then. Take these gentlemen to look around with Stella and come back for dinner later." When they arrived, the stable worker was grooming the horses. Cordelia's horse farm was well-made, and the horses were well-bred and of strong physique. As someone approached, all the horses in the stable eagerly poked their heads out of their stalls, except for one. That horse was a sleek black beauty with shiny hair and well-defined muscles. But, it did not stir. In fact, it turned its back on the approaching figure, Stella. Its name was Juno.