"Oh Pony, you don't have to be ashamed of that" I replied, giving him a soft pat on the back. "Of course I'll help, just let me place Spieltoe in a stall, and then I'll get right on that-- okay?"
"Okay," he replied, giving me the sweet smile of his.
"Man, what a sweet smile you have" I replied, giggling like an idiot.
"Thanks" he replied, then he noticed my silly giggling nature "Hey, why are you giggling?" he pondered, rubbing his chin curiously.
"Me? Giggling? I'm not giggling" I was secretly about to bust a gut from die-heart laughing.
"Oh..." he sounded skeptical.
"I-I-I'm just giggling because I...." I suddenly stopped dead.
"Yes...?" he asked sternly, crossing his arms.
"I-uh- I giggle when I..." I stammered.
"What Alex? You giggle when you what?" Pony demanded, practically screaming at me.
"When I-- ummm-- uh..." I stammered, my lips began to quiver. "When I meet a cute boy" I whispered, so low he could barely hear.
"What? I couldn't quiet here that" he said mockingly.
"Oh, I-I just-- I just said that I giggle when-- umm-- when I umm... meet a boy who-- who I think is umm... cute" I finished, then walked quietly walked to the stalls.
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.
