One Shots [The Greatest Showman]

Horses

"P.T! Old Neapolian is out of the stables again."

"You know that horse has spirit Phillip. I'll go retrieve him."

"But we don't have time! You and the oddities are going on in half an hour you'll never make it." Phillip protested from the balcony.

"The show can't go on without Neapolian. We never leave anyone out. Remember Phillip."

Phillip rolled his eyes. " Yes, I remember P.T. The show must go on." Phillip grumbled with no enthusiasm in his voice whatsoever.

    "Tell Charles Neapolian shall return. If I'm not back in time, tell him to get ready. His general outfit is lying on the third shelf of the supply closet. I'm off your in charge Phillip." At these last words P.T headed out the arched doors and into the streets of New York.

" Yes sir." Phillip mumbled quietly.

P.T trotted along the roads of New York approaching the countryside. Often lifting his hat to people who recognized him. Once he had reached the edge of New York City he turned right onto a small dirt path leading off into a vast countryside of grassy hills and flower covered fields. He whistled as he walked along the countryside often stopping to enjoy the gentle breeze blowing from the north.

"And we turn right, then left at the dead fern, and then straight. I think that's how it goes. Hmm." P.T stopped and scratched his head. There was a fork in the path.

"Left or right, interesting I thought this was straight." He stood there puzzled.

"Eh." He shrugged. " It all leads to the same place right?"

"Right!" He said to himself and continued on walking forewarned into a massive grassy field.

Meanwhile at the circus:

"Phillip where's my hoop it wasn't hanging. I can't find it anywhere and we're on in twenty minutes." Anne complained through the doors of the dressing room.

"Ummm, well Anne it could be in the storage room or the supply closet I'm not sure." Phillip replied confused because he remembered he had hung it up last night.

He proceeded to walk across the balcony looking at the ropes and the stands for Anne's hoop. He soon was confronted by Lettie.

" Phillip! Charles is in tears Neapolian is gone and there is a fire reported in the stables. Neapolian is dead I'm sure of it but I really don't want to tell him. Could you possibly state my opinion?

"Mhmm." Phillip muttered not really listening.

"Thank you Phillip I know I can trust you." Lettie smiled walking off the balcony.

Instantly Phillip realized. "P.T!" He shouted loudly. His voice echoed throughout the building.

Back in the country side:

P.T skipped along the field swinging his staff around in circles. A small drop  splashed on his forehead. He looked up to see dark full clouds heading his way it was about to rain, hard.

     "Oh come on that's just my luck." P.T gazed down at his pocket watch it was fifteen minutes till show .

     "I'll make it the stables should be up this way." He looked both directions all he could see was field after field.

     "Hmmm, that can't be good. Suddenly small raindrops pitted and patted along his overcoat and top hat. He once more gazed up and cool drops splashed around his face gently. He covered his head with his arm and ran towards an oak tree on the far left. It was the only tree for miles.

    In a few minutes he arrived under the safety of the tree. P.T sat down slowly catching his breath when he looked to his right and saw a large dead bush. Behind it another and another.

    "Turn left at the dead bush." He mumbled recalling it from memory. He sprinted across the field to the left. The rain was coming down much harder now and a growing wind began to blow.
The farther he ran the more black and dead bushes and brown grass there seemed to be.

     "Peculiar. The stables always had the greenest grass." He stopped for a second and shielded his eyes with his hands. He squinted and in the distance he could see a mild blaze and black smoke emerging from over the hill.

   "The stables!" P.T shouted as he began to run swiftly towards the fire.
He tripped on a vine at the top of the hill and rolled down the hillside clutching his foot.

    "Gah..." He panted quickly trying to catch his breath. He tried to stand up but a shooting pain went up his leg. He had sprained his ankle. The stables stood right before him in ashes. A mighty blaze still growing despite the pouring rain and now violent wind. The fire swayed one way then the other sparks flew in all directions. P.T layed there in total shock from what he saw when a small spark caught onto a patch of grass beside him. Soon a roaring fire was approaching from his left.

    "Ummm. Help! Help! If anyone's out there help!" P.T screamed as loud as he could. He couldn't move couldn't even stand up. He tried rolling away but instead and face to face with another burning patch of grass. He was surrounded. How was it catching on fire? It was raining wasn't it? When he asked himself this question P.T realized  no cool drops were soothing him any longer it had stopped raining. Nightfall was coming close and the sun began to set.

     Suddenly a loud thumping noise was heard thundering  over the hilltop. "P.T are you there! I have Neapolian!"

  P.T instantly recognized the friendly voice of Phillip Carlyle drawing nearer and nearer.

   "Phillip! I'm here. HELP!" P.T screamed as his scarlet overcoat caught and fire. He ripped it off and chucked it into the surrounding blaze. Phillip emerged riding Neapolian and grabbed P.T out of the growing fire.

     "You ok." Phillip asked as they rode back to town.

     "I'm fine just a little shocked. What about the fire?" P.T asked curiously.

     "I have the local firefighters on the case just relax ok." Phillip replied.

    " How did you find Neapolian?" P.T chuckled as the small white pony looked back and whinnied playfully.

    "Neapolian has his ways, remember that horse has spirit P.T real spirit." They both smiled slightly.

   P.T grinned. " Horses they never cease to amaze me."