November Story Contest

Night Storm
By: T1e2s3s4o5r6a7
Age: 10

         I am wild I am free. Each day I run with my mom down to the watering hole we roam and roam with nothing to stop us. Then one-day strange cars come across the land, our land. Followed by cattle and people on horses. Soon roads and buildings start coming up over the land. One day a monster that they call a helicopter comes from the sky it makes a whirling noise spooking the herd and my mother. It chases us through the sand. The lead stallion tries to turn us but the helicopter stops him. We are driven into a large box, we are cramped but there is no way out. Suddenly it lurches and I nearly fall then it starts moving slowly. Finally we arrive, we race out eager to get away but we are surrounded by fencing. We are chased into a long and skinny corral as I run through, a burning hot thing touches my neck, and then my mother and I are let out into a corral with other mares and foals.
Day’s passed and mares and foals left then more would come in. One day as I was play fighting with another colt I heard a voice. It was soft, gentle, and kind. Curiously I swung my head around. A young girl stood at the fence watching us play standing next to her was a man. He was dressed like the people who feed us in plane jeans, a blue shirt, and cowboy boots. But he was not the one that I was interested in I was interested in the girl. She wore blue jeans, a purple button down shirt, and black boots. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a black cowgirl hat. Curiously I walked over to the fence, the girl reached her hand through the rails and touched my neck, startled I jumped back.
“Is that the one you want?” the man asked.
“Yes!” the girl replied.
“Ok then lets go fill out the adoption papers,” he said.
When they left we went back to playing, after a while a man came toward the pen followed by the girl and her dad.
“Ok I’ll get someone to herd them in” the man said.
“Thanks Jeff” the dad said. “Jen, go over to the trailer and get ready to shut it once the horses are in,”
“Okay,” she responded.
A man on horseback came in and cut my mom and I from the rest of the herd, then he herded us into another narrow cute. Frightened we ran down it. At the end there was another box on wheels we started to balk but they herded us in.
I expected another long rough ride but instead it was short and smooth. Eventually we stopped I heard the motor cut and a door slam “okay Jen let down the ramp” the dad said.
“Ok” came the muffled reply. There was a squeak of a bolt and then light flooded in surprised I blinked, but my mother rushed out. Neighing I raced after her then slid to a stop. I turned around and raced back and forth along the fence. As it grew darker Jen came back with my mom’s dinner, and as she ate I drank wagging my tail with pleasure.
“You are so cute!” she cooed, “I know! I’ll name you Night Storm!”