Post by silverbolt on May 7, 2010 12:57:37 GMT -5
Name: Molly
Age: 8
Breed: pony cross
Height:13.2
Colour: Silver Gray (base color smokey black)
Eye Colour: dark blue
Gender:female
Markings:
History:
“I don’t like it!” the tiny human girl in a frilly pink dress stomped her feet.
Today was her birthday and standing before her was her father, holding a halter to which Molly and the huge pink bow around her neck were attatched.
“you’re not much to look at either” Molly snorted, but of course humans never understood horses.
“But you wanted a pony, dear. Like your little friend down the street”
“I wanted a white pony”
Molly was put in the shed the family had made into a stable and her halter was removed while the humans went inside and decided what to do. Molly sighed, she was far better than any old white pony.
Molly had been around humans since she was born. Her mother died a couple days after so she was bottle-fed.
Then she was sold to a barn to be a companion to a racehorse. The gelding had an over inflated ego and needed someone telling him how wonderful he was every second or he couldn’t run well.
From one horse too another keeping them company and walking with them in the post parade, the little mare proved her worth with a level head and no nonsense attitude.
Now she was here and she was supposed to put up with a 6 year old human girl who has just said she wasn’t good enough?
No… no she certainly was not. Molly walked over to the shed door and pushed at it…. It gave a little. She ran to the back and then rammed it from a distance. With a tortured shriek the cheap latch broke and the door swung open
Molly stepped out and looked left and then right before cantering off into the quiet night