Best Friends (Our true story) - Chapter 1
by Leah F.
9 years ago, the summer after I turned 8, I went to spend the night at my friend Heidi's house. I had loved horses since I was 2, and she knew that, but she had never mentioned the fact that she lived down the road from a neighbor's house who happened to have almost 25 horses.
Her older sister SJ was mowing their yard for the summer, and she invited Heidi and I to come along. Heidi spun around with a grin on her face, "I totally forgot! They have TONS of horses! We can play with them while SJ is mowing!" I squealed.
Being only 8 and living in town, visiting a horse was pretty rare. But lots of them? Today would be a great day, and it would change the rest of my life.
We walked up the gravel road, reached the top of the hill and turned right into a long driveway. To my left was a field of corn, to my right was a barbwire fence running parallel with the driveway. I saw horses of all different colors scattered throughout the field close to the house.
We walked down the fence line to the house and yard, where part of the fence was old white boards instead of barbwire. We whistled until the horses decided to check us out and see if we might have any goodies in our pockets.
A beautiful chestnut Arabian mare was one of the first horses to come up to us, followed by a rainbow of horse colors. There were so many of them, and to say that I was excited would have been an understatement.
I leaned down to pick another handful of the long green grass when I felt something on my back. It was gentle, playing with my hair and breathing on me. I slowly stood up, and leaning it's head over the fence was a brown horse, staring at me.
I smiled at this new friend, I hadn't seen him until now. The other horses seemed to lose interest in me and went to find Heidi, while this brown horse stood still. He, I later found out, was an Arabian/Quarter Horse stallion, with possible other breeds in his blood.
He had a white spot on his forehead, which faded out into the rest of his hair, because he had little white hairs all over his face and body, but wasn't a roan. He also had a crooked triangle on his left hind foot, with the part of his hoof right under the triangle being peachy pink.
He wasn't the flashiest horse in the herd, nor was he the tallest. With his odd coloring, he was something a lot of people would call the "ugly duckling" of the group. But there was a spark in his eye, a spring in his step, and a gentleness in his heart that captured me instantly.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Literally. To me, he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I finally turned my gaze to Heidi, who was being slobbered to death by more horses. I laughed and, motioning to the brown stallion, asked, "Does this one have a name?"
"No, most of them don't. There's only a few that do have names."
I looked at my new friend, and wondered what his name should be. Not being very experienced in naming horses, I let it rest until I could think of a good name.
I felt something tickle my hip, I looked down to see the brown stallion pulling a small carrot out of my pocket.
"Hey! That tickles! Stop!" I managed to giggle out. He was the sweetest horse I had ever known, but also the first horse I ever built a relationship with.
For the rest of the time we were there, I spent it learning every little thing about him. Where he liked to be brushed the most, what treats he preferred, and where he loved to be scratched. Before I knew it, it was time to leave.
I didn't know how to say good-bye, so I just walked up to him, whispered in his ear that it was time for me to leave, but I would be back as soon as I could. He lowered his head some, and I kissed the spot on his forehead, and walked back to Heidi's house.