The Prize Stallion

His breath, like power in a bottle that has been stored suddenly opened. His eyes, like sharp blades slicing through me. He was scared, as if I wasn't. I was in a barn, a big one with broken stalls and squeeky hinges. He was black and white, a paint. He was small and had lots of muscles. He was always afraid of everyone and everything his stall was in the very back, it was the biggest out of the few that wasn't broken or worn down.

They made sure it was fixed before he got here. He is our prize stallion imported from New Mexico. His name is Cyclone because his fits, they say are worse than one. But I don't believe this because I just think he looks like one. It is said that he used to be sweet, funny, and very lovable. Then his owner Macy Konley came down with a very deadly disease and died June 8th 2008, after that he was never the same, you see Macy was his only friend everyone else said he was to small to be a jumper but she had worked way to hard to just back down, she had so much faith in him.

He came here three days ago because my father said he had just as much faith in him as Macy. My dad, Jason Wellor went to school with Macy he said she always was in love with horses, everyone always made fun of her except my dad, and before she died she told him to take Cyclone. Now its 1:00 in the morning June 14 2008, and me; Jessica Wellor is on the ground right under Cyclone. How I had gotten here I have no clue, all I remember is coming in here to feed him, then nothing.

I'm guessing he broke out of his stall, maybe I made to much noise. He hates noise thats why he has the old broken down barn in the back pasture. Either way if he descides to he could paw me to death, and I really hope he dosen't. Just as I think I can't lay here anymore he starts to back up like he doesn't want to hurt me. I slowly got up and dusted myself off he started walking towards me but as soon as I tried to pet him he darted to the left and took off behind me to the spilt feed. He ate the feed so fast I thought he was gonna eat right through the floor. He didn't.

I slowly walked to the side of the barn and got a few carrots out of the mini fridge, I bet he liked them. I walked up to him, trying not to spook him, I waved a carrot in is face and let him smell it. He tried to reach for it, but I pulled it away from him and started backing up untill I reached his stall. Then, I threw the carrots in there, thinking he would go in and get them but he didn't. He threw his head up and started backing up and before I knew it he spun around and darted back toward the feed bucket. Shoot, I thought as I walked in his stall and got the carrots. I bent down and as soon as I did Cyclone made up his mind that he didn't want anyone in his stall and came in a dead run towards the stall, I panicked.

I thought he was going to run over me, but before I could move I herd the rattle of a rattlesnake I knew now what he was running for he stopped so fast that I blinked and got durt and dust in my eyes. I opened my eyes again but soon blinded again by more dust. Cyclone had gone crazy, he was going to kill that snake. I opened my eyes one more time but only to see the snake dead and Cyclone on the ground with his leg bleeding. The snake had bit him and I couldn't let him die I needed to get help but there was no one up at this time.

I quickly ran through the brush as the thorns scraped and cut me. Once I got to the house I was suprised to see my dad up just as much as he was me. His face went blank when he saw my legs and saw how hard I was breathing. He knew there was somthing wrong, he got the keys and we ran to the truck and I explained everything on the way to the barn. We rushed in to the barn to see Cyclone up and limping towards us. I was suddenly happy not worried, if Cyclone could stand up now and walk on that leg he could get through this.

"The vets on his way", my dad told me. I walked up to Cyclone and he finnaly let me pet him. He was very sweaty but soft his eyes were soft, but panicked and he was twiching every three seconds. The vet got here in ten minutes, he cheaked Cyclone and we found out the snake had not bit him but he had cut is leg open on the wood. Sadly, he wouldn't be able to compete anymore because he had cut somthing in his leg and all this stuff but i wasn't paying any attention to the vet I was completely focased on Cyclone. He would never be able to compete again, because of me it was all my fault.