I watched him as he ate his grain. Everything this horse did, he did it absolute grace. From the way he ate his food to the way he rolled in his stall. Suddenly, door opened which caught me off guard.
"Results are in. He's a 6 year old Dutch Warmblood. He's very muscular and has wonderful teeth."
I was shocked. I wasn't expecting such a fabulous horse from a silly old auction house.
"That's... That's... Wonderful!"
"He's in excellent health. Are you having a farrier come in?"
It was at this moment Criss, the farrier's son walked in
"Hello Maria!"
"Hey Criss."
"So this is your new horse? He's beautiful!"
"He sure is. Be right back, need to talk to the vet,"
"Ok. I'll be here."
Ugh. I've had a crush on him since I moved here. He has beautifully tanned skin and his gorgeous matching brown hair and eyes gave me butterflies, but I don't even know why he's talking to me. He has all the girls in school clinging to his muscular arms.
When I came back, horse was in the cross ties having Criss nail in the last shoe.
"Does he have a name?" Criss asked.
"No, but you're always welcome to help me thing of one."
"Hm. He's black as night..." Criss paced up and down the aisle
"I got it!" I yelled. I think I scared Criss a little. "What's happens at night when you sleep."
"You dream." Criss replies
"What's the opposite of that?"
Criss's eyes light up
"Nightmare."
