Cowgirl but Farm Girl - PART 1
(I made this up)
I'm one of the many out there who live on farms. I'm the only girl in a long line of ranchers who can look after themselves properly and never think about how they look infront of boys... I'm the unique one. Because of my talents, I'm rewarded with the world. The world lies in my hands this moment, and I have to do something about the environment. I want to save the world.
Although my life may seem as miserable as a chicken by himself, I have fun sitting on hay singing a song with my guitar about what you're missing. My father taught me it. The only thing we don't have on this farm (or ranch-looking place) is the horses.
We're missing out the big point... In many farms and ranchers we should've gained the herd of the mustangs. We should've received the western saddles and bridles, the cowboy hats and the lassos. We're not poor, but we're not rich. We just dont have those damn horses. I've always wondered how the horse rider feels like when they're cantering in the cornfields, or maybe just a peaceful hack out in the woods or down a riverside...
I heard the screams that morning as I woke up tired. I pulled on my jeans, put on my cowgirl boots and rushed out into the autumn crisp in the air. "Dad, what's going on?" I asked. "Why is everybody grabbing lassos?" "Go back to sleep honey - you're up much too early." "B-" I protested. "Now!" my father shouted. This, I responded to not so well. I sprinted towards the pack of men who worked at our farm and the men who were holding thick lassos, saying "Easy, mustang!" I guessed this once and once it shall be - horse.
"Leave him alone!" I screamed. "NO! STOP IT! Dad, please stop them! Leave the horse alone!"
END OF PART 1