Hi, girls! I’m SOOOO sorry that I haven’t posted on here since… March??? :o I know, a long time. And I promise that very soon I will do a horse movie review. In fact, I have a poll going on right now about it. Please vote! J I do have a story I started. Please comment, and tell me what you think. Here it is:
Morgan Mustang glanced at all the school supplies in the spacious store, and then looked at her list. “So, what do you need for school, honey?” her grandmother, Cathy, asked her. “Well, I need some pencils, an eraser, highlighters, markers, some folders, binders, and a calculator. And a backpack.” replied Morgan. Then she sighed. This was going to be a long school year. “Okay. Why don’t you pick out the stuff you need, while I go and shop a little? I’ll meet you at the checkout counter.” her grandmother suggested. “All right.” replied Morgan. Her grandmother left, and Morgan started shopping.
By the time she was done thirty minutes later, she had successfully gotten all her things with horses on them. Her folders had mischievous colts on them, her binders were covered with proud stallions, and her backpack had a picture of a beautiful mare. Also, even though it wasn’t on her list, she picked up a new horse book.
She walked over to the checkout counter, and waited for her grandmother. While she stood there, she thought about her life. Her parents, her grandparents, and she all lived in a cozy house in Costa Rica. They had lush green pastures, and a huge barn where they kept animals. But, although they had a hundred cows, chickens, goats, sheep, cats, and dogs, they didn’t have one horse. Morgan sighed, and twisted a strand of her dirty blonde hair on her finger. She had been taking horseback riding classes for about a year now, but her parents still wouldn’t let her have a horse of her own. She suddenly smiled, and thought about her name. She had always thought it was a sign that she should have a horse. A Morgan was a type of horse, and a Mustang was a wild horse. She was jolted out of her thoughts by her grandmother running up to her. “Oh, sorry, Morgan! I was getting some things.” she said, and pointed to the basket. “That’s okay, Grandma. I just got here.” Morgan replied, smiling. “Did you get everything?” her grandmother asked her. “Yes, I did.” said Morgan.
After they paid for their things, they went and got a cheeseburger for lunch. “Are you looking forward to school? It starts tomorrow, you know.” Cathy asked. Morgan swallowed her soda. “Well, yes. I guess so.” Morgan answered. Her grandmother looked at her. “What do you mean, “I guess so”? Don’t you like school?” “It’s not bad or anything. It’s just not my favorite thing.” her granddaughter replied. “Oh.” Morgan stared out the window. She didn’t add that she didn’t know any kids at her new school.
They arrived home a little bit later to hear the goats baaing and the cows mooing. Morgan grinned. “I’ll go feed them.” she said. She ran to the barn, and filled a bucket with grain. “Hello, Velvet. How are you, girl?” she crooned, rubbing her goats ears. Velvet was very special to her because she had raised her when Velvet’s mom hadn’t claimed her. Even thought no one else had though the tiny animal would live, she had fed her goats milk with a bottle, and the two had formed a special bond. Now, even thought she was too old for milk, she still adored Morgan. Jealous of all the attention Velvet was getting, the Billy goat came and pushed his way in to her. Morgan laughed. “And hello to you too, Billy.” she said, patting him.
After she had fed all of the thirty goats their food, she went and sat on the fence of one their pastures. She could see her Border Collie, Trixie, herding the sheep together, and the hens and ducks at the pond. She was surprised when something nudged her on her foot. She looked down, and her face broke into a smile. “Hi, Buddy! Doing okay?” she asked her. Buddy bawled, kicked up her heels, and she laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Buddy ran off to join the other cows, and she got up and called her dog. “Trixie! Time for dinner, girl!” she said. Trixie herded the sheep into the barn for the night, and ran up to Morgan, barking excitedly. Morgan stroked her. “Come on. Let’s go inside,” she said. Morgan and Trixie walked into the house. Her Mother met her at the door. She had long flowing red hair that cascaded over her shoulders. “Morgan! Come in. We have some exciting news that we’ll announce at dinner.” Morgan felt excited. Was she finally getting the horse of her dreams?
Should I continue the story? J
Hannah
