🙇🏼Narrator's P.O.V🙇🏼
Tally felt the soft bristles on the body brush drift down his back, following his hair direction. He chomped on his delicious hay grown at Ellington Hall and provided for free. The warm hands of James, leaned against Tally's rough unbrushed coat.
Tally turned his head to a quiet sniffling sound. James was crying.
"Oh Tally, I don't want to sell you!James muffled through his bursts of sniffing. Tally nudged his skinny head into James' arms and James looked up at Tally's buried head.
"Now that's what I call true friendship!" Shouted a man wearing a journalist hat and a badge saying:
Ethan Gill Journalist/EllingtonPaper
He snapped a shot with his Nikon Camera and pulled out a yellow notepad from his pocket. He began jotting down a few notes with his Parker Pen, before shoving the pen and notepad back into his pockets.
Tally reared high in the air and Ethan dropped his 'precious' notepad on the grass. "Ewwwwww! Look what you did, stupid horse!" He looked at James, "Keep him under control boy!"
James gave him a stern glare and Ethan received the message and soon turned to walk away. But he turned his head, "Just keep him under control or no one will buy him, okay?"
James nodded and picked up Tally's body-brush and continued to groom him.
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The Tail Of A Horse
РазноеWhen Tally is sold yet again, his new owner decides to use him as a competing horse. However, Tally had never been ridden so much in his life........
