When we pulled into the driveway of my house I jumped out and had to go feed the neighbors dogs. I walked towards the doghouse where the food and water bowls are and I hear a new sound. It was kicking and the sound of a screaming horse.
*The neighbors don't have a horse* I thought as I walked to the barn where the noises generated.
I slide the door open and I see a shadow although it wasn't bright in there.
The horse stood there staring at me. Those eyes pierced mine. The horse was a jet-black Morgan horse. Ill groomed and feet unpicked. I still stared and finally the horse turned its head away.
I walked slowly to a hook where a halter hung with a lead rope attached. The horse looked at it carefully and shied away. I walked up to the horse and pulled out an apple I had brought for myself. The horse ate and while it did so I hooked on the halter. This was a stallion. Pure-bred Morgan horse.
I find cleaning supplies, left by the last owners of the barn, and washed the horse dried him picked his feet and brushed him.
I decided, while grooming him, that he shall be called --
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The Dark Horse
FantasyThis story is of a little girl discovering a mysterious Dark Horse in a barn of her neighbors. Embark in a fictional adventure! Please tell me a name for our Mysterious horse. I will put in whatever name I think best.
