hi, guys sorry it took so long to post this! hope you enjoy. BTW, in my fiction story palomino, Thoroughbreds are considered bad luck in racing.
Dad and me watched as Seth entered the thoroughbred mares dirty stall. Seth grabbed her halter. He walked her out of her stall grubby box and out into the cobblestoned aisle. Her owner connected a lead shank to her brown tattered halter and out into the fresh, autumn, Kentucky afternoon air.
My Dad, Kenneth followed. I was still staring at the roof of the barn, when all of a sudden I heard an unfamiliar voice yell. I snapped out of my daze and realized I was all alone.
The yell had been from one of Seth’s stable boys who appeared at the barn entrance a few minutes later. He ferociously stomped up some stairs, which looked as if they lead up to the foaling mans apartment. The man reappeared a little later carrying a gun.
"Stupid Horse!" he screamed in his thick American accent "should have shot it at birth!"
I ran outside to see what was up. Complete horror crossed my face as I saw the grumpy stable boy holding a gun to the young filly’s head.
"No!" I screamed, running towards the man who was now focusing on me.
"What?!" he questioned,
"Don’t kill her!" I replied, yanking the loaded gun from the older man’s hands.
"She’s a palomino! She can’t race!" he screamed at me.
"What does it matter if she’s a palomino? She’s only a weanling, how do you know she doesn’t have talent in racing?" I replied matter-of-factly
"Palominos are bad luck in racing. She’s too nutty to be a racehorse anyway! No one will buy her." Answered the man.
"I will," I said bravely.
Oct 27, 2014 Rating
good start!! by: Sydney from HorseCrazyGirls.com
Can't wait to read the next part! :) (Be sure to submit it as a comment on this page so we can follow along...)
