SoulMates

4~Filming

I half jogged and half quick walked over to the tack room, picked up number 8's tack and went over to Flicka's stable. He stuck his head over the door as I walked over to him and banged his hoof impatiently against the wooden door. Hurriedly, I slid open the bolt and went inside. I slipped on his head collar, led him outside and tied him up with a quick release knot on a piece of twine attached to a sturdy beam just outside the hay shed. Instead of showing his usual perfect manners for tacking up he threw his head back when I tried to get the bit in his mouth, side stepped when I attempted to put the brown leather saddle on his back and tried to nip me when I tightened his girth. I frowned, this wasn't good. It would be hard to film today's forest galloping scene with Flicka in a good, co-operative mood, let alone with him in a bad one. Then the director shouted out from the edge of the barn to hurry up and start the shoot. Sighing, I vaulted onto Flicka's back and trotted him over to the woods.

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That.
Was.
Not.
Good.
We were galloping full speed through the woods, leafs casting shadows on the floor, dust flying up around us, dodging trees, when it happened.
A blackbird flew down from a tree and glided past Flicka. He bucked and reared before lurching sideways and coming to a abrupt halt. Me, who'd been crouched high over his neck and not expecting this, came flying off his back and whacked into a large tree. I lay there winded for a second before getting up and checking on Flicka.

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That night I was sat hiding in between 2 bales of straw listening in on the directors conversation with the main horse carer. He said that he wanted to cut Flicka from the movie business...

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