"What do you mean Pone?" I asked curiously.
"I mean... some of them we buy, but others we find roaming around in the wild" he concluded
"Oh..."
...
A couple of days later I was asked to accompany Mrs. Miller and Ponyboy on their annual 'wild horse shopping spree' as they called it.
"So, what exactly is a 'wild horse shopping spree'?" I asked Mrs. Miller, getting into her white truck-- a horse trailer already attached.
"Well, it's like this: we go around to all sorts of horse markets and wooded area in the wilderness to look for abused, neglected, and sometimes wild horses"
"Oh, so not all the horses you guys take in are wild?"
"Nope," she said, driving along.
I sat silently for the rest of the ride until we came to our first destination,
"Well, here we are!" Mrs. Miller announced, once we got to the horse auction. We drive up and parked in the space nearest to the entrance.
"You're going to love this Alex" Mrs. Miller exclaimed, getting out of the driver seat.
Ponyboy and I hopped out of the car, walking up to the entrance I notice a big, metal sign that read "Welcome to the Breyerwood's Auction"
"Thank you sign" I replied, getting ready to walk through. "Well, here goes nothing" I breathed slowly taking one shaky step after another.
"Wow! This place is huge" I exclaimed, looking around in awe.
"Okay, you two..." Mrs. Miller walked up and turned to face both Pony and me. "Meet back here in 5"
Pony nodded, but I looked skeptical at her. "What? You mean we only get five minutes to look around?"
"Yes, that's when the Auction starts my dear" she replied, I shrugged.
"Hey, Alex..." Pony piped up. "Wanna look around?" he said, grabbing my hand.
"Okay..." I replied, taking him up on his offer.
We walked in hand-in-hand until we came to the first stalls on our route,
"Welcome to what I like to call The Everything Basket-- here you'll find kind of foals, donkeys, and everything you're looking for in a stallion" he announced, glancing over at me. I gasped as I looked around at all the beautiful, different colored horses surrounding me; one horse, in particular, caught my eye.
A beautiful dark brown, dark chocolate looking quarter horse I couldn't take my eyes off of him,
"Well, found one you like?" Pony asked from behind me.
"Yes," I pointed to the big, chocolate-skin-looking one.
"Oh..." he looked over stall doors, adding reassuringly. "Hmm... looks to me like you've spotted a real beaut there, girl"
"Thanks" I giggled, "You find anything?"
He shrugged nonviolently.
"Hey, didn't Mrs. Miller say something about you guys rescuing donkeys?"
Ponyboy blinked in surprise, "Yes...."
"So... come on; let's see if there are any donkeys here in need of a home" I tugged at his sleeve.
He chuckled at my enthusiasm "Okay, let's go see"
We skipped on over to where the donkeys were, "how sad" I thought, looking around. All the stalls I saw had this sad, run-down look to them; instead of being all neat and clean like the horses' stalls were, these were old, the wood had been clearly neglected-- rain had eaten away at the wood.
Everywhere I turned was like a cry for help. "Poor little guys," I thought, walking over to one of the stalls, looking in I saw one of the most saddest things in the whole world. A little baby donkey stood half-shaken alongside two older ones.
"Awww" was all I could manage, standing there silently; in awe at their presents.
"Oh, you found something?" Pony asked, walking over.
I stood silently, staring out into space unable to speak.
"Umm... Alex?" he waved his hand in front of my face trying to get my attention. "Earth to Alex"
I blinked, and looked at him bewildered.
"Alex, everything you see here is... well-- it melts my heart"
"Aww, thanks" I blushed.
"So... if Mrs. Miller bids on them and wins do you have any names already picked out?"
"Sure I do" I replied, "Spieltoe is the papa there, Greybelle is the mother and Nestor is the baby"
"Oh... what interesting names" Pony replied, "...and for the horse you've found earlier?"
"Hmm..." I pondered, "How about... James Brownie Funky Jackhammer"
"Oooo, like the Concrete at the Frozen Custard Place"
"Yup, it was always my favorite; and that place you're thinking of is: Andy's Frozen Custard"
YOU ARE READING
Breyer Brook Stables Book One, The Best Summer Ever!
AdventureA girl goes to volunteer at a horse stable, unaware of what it may hold in store for her.
