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Chrissie, Horse DateChrissie walked up slowly; sedately. She hid her eagerness, though mostly from necessity. Running didn't suit long black dresses, or high heeled shoes; it wouldn't match the dignity expected of a woman with ruby red earrings, made to complement her hair; most of all, it wouldn't make the best impression on that night's date.
Moving to the front desk with a definite swerve, she smiled at the clerk. "Evening."
"Good evening, Ma'am." He smiles, a bit more friendly than really suits a waiter; but it paid to be on the help's good side. She smiled back. "You look ravishing tonight, if I may say so."
"Thank you," Chrissie responded, keeping her voice cool; not cold, but retracting a little of her friendship. "I have a reservation for two tonight?"
He nodded, looking down at his computer. "Yes, ma'am Ms. Chrissie, right? With a Jake?"
She smiled wider, nodding; "That's right. Table for two, close to the bar; has the hot serving arrived already?"
The waiter shook his head
StudEveryone always wishes they could be revisit theyre golden days. But some rarely get the chance to have this happen. However, if you were by the name of John Winzinger, you would know exactly what it was like. For you see, early that day, John had come across a flyer stapled to his door. At first he was frustrated, but after reading the paper thoroughly, John discovered it was in fact advertising a thing called Wish-Come-True hotline. Being somewhat of a supernatural-believer, John saw no harm in calling the phone number. After all, it was free.
He took the flyer inside, sat back on his couch and dialed. While listening to the ring, he was caught up in what he should wish for. He pondered until a young woman answered the phone: Welcome to Wish-Come-True hotline! This is Grace, how can we make your wish come true? She seemed incredibly enthusiastic and John thought for a moment.
Then suddenly, he had it.
Being a 37 year old man, John often wishe
Horse Summer, Horse Colt TFMason, a ten-year-old boy, enters the family Barn house. once inside, he lets out a gentle whistle, calling for his special friend. Hearing the whistle, Neela the Brown horse walked over and nuzzled against him. "Good Morning, Neela, how you feeling?" Mason Asked, aware he can understand animals. She gave a whinny "Doing good, though a bit hungry. Is it Breakfast time yet?"
Instead of Answering, Mason place his bucket filled with Apples in front of Neela, "Eat Up Neela." She places her head inside the bucket, and eats. Her tail waves happily. "Ok, so how is the Thief handling his 5 week Punishment?" Mason asked, looking at the small cage with a little rat trapped inside. Neela pulls her head out ov the bucket, swallows, and then snickers "So far all I keep hearing is "Forgive me. Please change me back. I am so sorry for what I did." she says in a mocking tone.
"I See, and how is our latest Client doing" Mason said, looking at the brown bunny sleeping like a baby in its bed. "He has tak
A Stranger's KindnessA Stranger's Kindness
(human to horse)
I awoke in a haze, feeling more than just a little hung-over from the celebration last night. How much did I have? I couldn't even begin to estimate what vast quantities of the king's alcohol were relieved from him by my hands and those of my compatriots, but that was the inherent danger of allowing your knights free reign over the wine closet.
Though I was not a knight myself, one from their ranks, Sir Jerrod was his name, had been a very good friend of mine since grade school. I was the quiet, intellectual type while he was a gung-ho crusader of justice with an extremely strong sense of right and wrong. It was a miracle that we ever made friends to begin with, never mind having such a long-standing and, at least from my point of view, one-sided relationship. Jerrod did much for my sake when we were younger, protecting me from the bullies in the school, but I never saw what he got out of our
The Barn Part 2"If you don't mind me notin', you two ladies sure are dressed funny," Don said, "Where abouts you find them clothes?"
"What?" Rebecca responded, looking down at her outfit. She was wearing a tank top and jeans. She looked to Katie, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "What do you mean we're dressed odd?"
"Well, she's dressed like a boy," He pointed to Katie, who clearly was unappreciative of the comment, "And you look rather like one of 'em new found hippies. Yer not one of 'em are ya?"
"Hippies?" Katie questioned, "What do you mean new found hippies? What year do you think it is?"
"I'd hope the same you folks do," Don began, a worried look appearing on his face, "Why it's 1971."
An utter silence fell upon both girls, a stunned look on their faces. For a brief moment, the barn fell into a hush, only to be broken by a few horse neighs, donkey brays, and a mooing dairy cow. That's when the girls finally began looking around the barn. All of the ho
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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