Constantine Mavromihalis

October 18, 2013

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Fictional Narrative
Buck

At the break of dawn he got me out of my red stall and started walking me.
My stall had rubber flooring, and a shaded area, with a light blue water trough, and a
blood red grain bucket, that was hung from the rail on the side of my stall. My
neighbor was a horse named Cowboy. He was a paint, Quarter Horse. I was a
miniature horse, the size of a huge dog. My fur was golden, but horse people call it
Palomino. The halter was a red pony size halter, with a blue lead rope. My fly mask
was blue, and for some reason would always fall off. On the right side of me, there
was a hitching rail, were horses we tied up and got tacked up. On the left side of me,
there was a horse named Gus. He was a Palomino too. Dapples on the each side. He
looked just like me but significantly bigger. As I walk a little bit farther, I pasted the
shed were all the food was kept. It was a tiny house, as big as a restroom. Then we
pasted Haileys shed. All her horses were tided up there. She owned Gus, Tango,
Whisper, and Ellie. With each step I took, I knew where I was going. We walked out
of the gate and pasted the tree, and then I saw it. The round pen. My favorite place
ever. I started to trot.
Whoa boy, he said to me.
He was wearing blue jeans, and a grey shirt. Cowboy boots with red fire
coming off. Swift brown hair, and hazel eyes. One of them was greener and one of
them was browner.
Trot, come Peanut, he told me.
The round pen danced to me like He opened the gate, and let me free. Free,
free, free That was all I was. I was a free as the Wild Mustangs that roam the land
in the West. I turned my head and I heard it. Crunch, crunch, crunch went the leaves
with a deadly noise. The noise was coming towards me. I reared up and whinny. I
started bucking, and threw my legs under my self. I galloped toward the noise. I
began throwing my head, bucking, and kicking like wild a wild mustang.
Wow, Peanut! Ho! Calm down its just Wanda, He said with a harsh
disappointment.
Wanda was a turkey that lived on the ranch with all the horses, and the
owners of the ranch. Vickie, and Kevin were their names. Vickie was 5.9 with brown
hair, brown eyes, and would allows were jeans. Kevin was her husband and had grey
hair, and a little bit taller then Vickie, but about the same, and would always help out
around the ranch. They had two kids. One of them was 23 and her name was Hailey,
and the other one was 19, and his name was Cody. Hailey was blonde and did a thing
called gymkhana. Gymkhana was racing games on a horse. There it Barrel Racing,
Pole Bending, and Speed Ball. Barrel Racing is where there are three barrels and you
have to go around them as fast as you want. Pole Bending is where there are six
poles and you have to go in-between them as fast as you can. Cody just helps around
the barn some times.
I trotted over to Constantine. Then in that instant I started bucking and
kicking!
Whoa!
And at that instant our two eyes met, and he knew, that he was the one.