“Who are you? And why are on our paddock?” the horse asked looking straight at me.
“Er, I was just having a closer look at you. You all looked so beautiful. I thought I would pat you.” I replied, surprised the horse had spoken to me. The horse raised it’s head in the air.
“Yes I am beautiful, but that doesn’t mean you can wander over and touch me whenever you like. Did you bring anything, like some sugar or an apple?”
“Sorry,” I replied.
“Well you’re not getting a ride!”
“What are you doing with my horses?” shouted a voice behind me. A man was heading towards me.
“I was just talking with them.”
“Talking? Are you daft girl? Get away from my horses and off my land!” the man shouted. I departed wishing I had bought some apples, rather than spending all the money I had on acid.
Word count: 150
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #83.
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