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Have you ever felt as though you were going to burst with excitement? I felt just like that, when finally on my 11th birthday Dad said he'd bring me to a horse auction to look at some horses for buying. My name is Destiny Grace and I have never had a horse, but I absolutely love horses!
We just moved here in Wyoming from New, York. We moved from the city life to the country life, so Dad said when I was eleven and we moved, I could get a horse! The car suddenly jolted I was almost thrown forward with my thoughts. “My jivies, this country road feels like were popcorn in a pan!” Dad said laughing his jolly laugh. “I think the road told us that Jack!” Mom said laughing too.
Mom was a country girl, and Dad was a city boy, he never wanted me to have a horse, but Mom talked him into it after eleven years! Dad is REALLY funny, and Jolly! Finally after it seemed like forever we reached the auction. “Why don’t we look at some of the horses before the auction starts?” Dad said looking at his watch.
As I slowly passed the thousands (Ok, not thousands!) of horse panels and horses, I sighed. Then three horses caught my attention. They were clearly Arabian’s, but hard to believe that they were even horses. They huddled together like it was freezing; they were skinny, with their ribs showing, and their bones poking out of their skin, their hoofs badly needed trimming. There was a bay, a black, and a grey.
Their coats were dull, and clearly looked like they had been on rough pasture, with little grass, and with barb wire fences. The bay looked at me and nickered slowly, its eye’s looking longingly at me. Then Dad approached me as I slowly walked past their pen. “Hurry, it’s about to start!”
We walked into to a huge building with at least hundred long lines of cement steps used as seats, and then at the front was half of an arena with a stand for the auctioneers to sit and call out the prices. We sat down as one by one; the horses were called out and sold. I looked through window, it was getting dark. I sighed sadly. It wasn't in my hands if we got a horse or not.
As the end slowly passed, horses came in and out… But none were to my taste or Dad’s “Look at those three” my father said with suspicious enthusiasm. “I saw those in one of the pens, I actually am attracted to them!” My Mother shook her head “Those? Those are skinny, and have no shine and...” Mom voice was interrupted by a man’s voice “look at those bag of bones” a man laughed mockingly “These are pure bred Arabian’s, with a royal bloodline” said the auctioneer.
Then I heard a chorus of laughter “And they will stay, together forever!” said the auctioneer loudly.
“Dad, what about those three horses?” I asked intently watching their behavior “You sure?” he asked “Yes!” Dad put his hand up and yelled “100”. “Jack!” Mom whispered in a screeching tone “Are you sure about those?” She asked with a concerned tone “Anyone else wants to bid on these, horses?” the auctioneer asked. I heard only a few mumbles. “1oo, going once…Twice… and SOLD to number 30!”
I jumped up with Dad and we ran to were the horses were located. I put the halters on the horses; they fidgeted when the owner approached them. “ They are broken and tamed already.” The man grumbled. Dad gave the man the check. And we walked towards the trailer
When we got home Dad went to the tack shop to buy some tack and horse accessories. I gently stroked and brushed the horses as they ate there hay hungrily. “Well Grace, what shall we call them?” asked my Mom. “Why don’t we figure that one out in about a week, so I’ll know their personalities?” I asked. “That’s a great idea”.
After two weeks, Mom and I had washed each horse and conditioned it, shined it, and every day we groomed them, fed them, gave them attention, and trained them. Every day they looked healthier and healthier, till they almost looked normal.
After a week I came up with three names, for the bay horse , which is a female I called, Atiff, in Arab that means compassionate, affectionate, and loving, for the grey, I named her Jameela, which means,Beautiful, graceful, and lovely, The black horse, which is a male I named Asmin, which means, Protector, and defender.
Asmin totally follows his name; I named him that from one incident that happened. A dog was attempting to run after Jameela and Atiff, when Asmin saw that, he ran with all his might after the dog, and after that I never saw that dog again!
After a week or two, after they got settled in, we took them to the vet for dewormer, etc, and also we went to the Ferrier to trim each of their hoofs. Every day that summer I took care and tamed, and trained them. By the time summer was ending I was able to ride Atiff and Jameela bareback! Asmin was still in training.
On the last day of summer, I had happened to be gone at school, and Mom was in the house baking cookies, when she looked out the window and saw that only Jameela and Asmin. She thought “That horse is as curious as a kitten; she’s just probably hiding or something.” But a loud shrill of a horse broke into her thought’s. She ran as fast as she could towards the sound. She followed the shrills of the horse all the way down by our creek.
Gladly Mom had her phone, and called the vet and me. Though the vet was late to help with the arrival, the baby was delivered, and was very healthy. The young filly was light tan, with a white tail and mane with golden strands of hair in her mane and tail. The young filly tried to get up, but it wobbled and fell over. Atiff moved closer to help the young filly with support.
“Why don’t we keep this little one a secret?” My mother said smiling “I hope I can, why don’t we bake a cake to pass the time, of anxiety to tell the new secret!” I asked enthusiastically “That’s a great idea, and remember we now have find a suitable name for, well, is it a he or she?!” My mother asked the vet “A she” “Isn’t she likes a light Palomino or tan, I have heard that babies “change” colors when they get older?” I asked wonderingly “its palomino, but most likely it will turn into a darker color. She is a fairly attractive young filly.” The vet answered solemnly
Mom and I talked about the new foal and made the cake also, it seemed like years before Dad got home. When he did he said it was time to feed. Mom and I tried to hide back the huge smiles that might peek out. When we got in the barn, the little filly nickered, and poked his head over the stall door. “Huh?” Dad looked confused. I could hold it no longer “Atiff gave birth to a filly!”I said smiling “Oh, not another!” Dad answered laughing “Before a year we can start a business for selling foals!”
We all laughed “Have we named her yet?”He asked peering into the stall “No, not yet, but how about Buhayasah for she walks with pride or Buhtha because she is happy and delighted when she see’s others?” I said laughing as the little filly pranced, with its tail straight up in the air. Then it squealed as Asmin walked in the barn. “Oops forgot to shut the door” My Mom said hurrying to lead Asmin out of the barn.