To the Moon and Back |Horse Story| 《COMPLETED 》

I took Goldie as well.

We talked on the way as I lead him to the bus stop. He then took the bus back to the city.

I know, my class sounds good now. But I'm leaving it on the past. I don't really know if I could forgive, as it made me so depressed and sad.

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I walked in the barn. I rushed to Rosi's stall. But she wasn't inside.

"Hello. Today Rosi is in the padock. She is healing super well and I think you can maybe lunge her tomorrow!" Clara greeted me.

It seemed like a huge rock fell down off of my heart. I got so exited. Finally! It wasn't that big of a deal. She didn't have a big injury or something.

But I missed seeing her happy muzzle, looking for love and comfort. Looking for me and posibly treats.

And riding her. When I rode her, I felt so free and happy. It felt like nothing else.

"Really? I'm so happy! Is she at her regular padock?"

"Yup."

So I take a carrot and a few treats and walked to her padock.

She was standing near the gate. As she saw me she basicly ran to the gate and nickered at me.

"Ohhh, my love!"

I greeted her with many love pats and rubs. I also gave her the carrot and treats.

I entered the padock to feel her leg. It seemed almost normal!

I hugged her again.

"I love you so so much." I wisper.

I knew Carla had to clean the stables as it's very dirty.

So I helped her.

I cleaned a lot of tack, dusted of the shelves and sweeped a lot.

As I was sweeping, I felt a nible on my shoulder. It felt really weird. Maybe it's just my imagination or a fly.

It happened again. But stronger. I finally turned around and saw Fargo's little muzzle.

"I'm sorry mister, I'm not food." I tell him with a sweet voice.

He pretends to not understand and continue. I found a little treat in my pocket and handed it to him.

I started scraching his cheek and he loved it. His head went up, then slowly went down and right on my shoulder.

That cheeky boy rested his big head on my shoulder. I giggled and continued to scrach.

After some while I stoped as I needed to continue sweeping. But Fargo didn't care less. He fell asleep...

I really carefuly took his head of my shoulder and he woke up.

"Sorry, Fargo. Work needs to be done."

He, like he was angry, put his head back in his stall. Emotional little guy.