August Story Contest

Elly and the Arabian
By clover1 & natasha   Age 11
         
          The fog had lifted, revealing a clear day. I sat up in my bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I dressed and started to leave my room when I head a ear piercing shrill. I ran to my window, and there in our front yard was the most beautiful mare I had ever seen.            
Running as fast as I could, I ran down the stairs. “Good morn- ...” Mom stopped as I interrupted her.
            “Mom! Mom! Come see!” I said pulling her out the door.
             “Wow” Mom said, “She's beautiful.”
            “She is that,” I said. “Do you think she's wild?”
            “No,” Mom said.  “She has to belong to some one.”
            “Well, if  she doesn't belong to anyone could we keep her?” I asked filled with hope.
            “Maybe,” Mom said. “But only maybe.”
          I stepped  a little closer to the beautiful Arabian.
            “Elly,” Mom said, “Do not take a step closer.”
            “But Mom-...”
            “But Elly, she may bite you,” Mom interrupted. “Come on we need to call Mr. Johnson and see who's horse this is.”                                                                                   
            I went to the old barn wile Mom called Mr. Johnson. The barn was very dusty and smelled like horses. I walked to a door at the end of the barn and pushed it open. To my surprise it was a tack room. On the left side of the room was a shelf.  It had two saddles on it. And to the right there was a wall with bridles and a halter. I grabbed the halter and walked out of the tack room. The Arabian was in the barn checking out the stalls. When she saw me she nickered. It was a nice soft nicker. I didn't think about what mom had said when I started to pet her. But she didn't care. I carefully slipped the halter on her. She jerked back in fright.
       “Whoa! Whoa!” I cried as the halter fell to ground with a thud. She trotted around the barn  tossing her head around. She was beautiful. I herd a car door slam and knew it was Dad. Now I was very excited to tell Dad about the Arabian. What would I name her if we kept her? I was to excited to do anything. The Arabian came closer to me and nicked. I held my hand out and she sniffed it. I put my arm around her neck and bent down to get the halter. Again I carefully tried to put the halter on. When she let me slip the halter on I said to my self Ha hopefully she'll let me buckle it.  And she did. I walked her to one of the stalls and put her in. Proud  of my self I walked to the house.
           At the supper table I started to tell Dad about the Arabian when Mom stopped me. “Elly your father has had a bad day,” Mom said. You'll have to show him the horse latter and-”
           “What horse?” Dad interrupted.
           “Today when I got up this Arabian came prancing across the yard,” I said. “And I caught her!”
           “I want to see this horse. Dad said getting up from the table. “And what is a Arabian?”
           “It's a horse,” I said not feeling like telling Dad all about a Arabian. I was so excited. I got up from the table and went to the door, open it and stepped outside. It was cool out and was perfect for riding. But I knew I couldn't ride the Arabian if Mom said I could. I had no experience in riding. Dad came out and I lead Dad out to the barn. A low nicker came from the corner of the barn. I knew at once that the Arabian knew we were there.
           “Hay girl it's just me and Dad,” I said. “Don't you think shes beautiful?”
           “Well she is pretty bu-” “I knew you'd thank so” I interrupted happy Dad thought she was pretty.
           “Tomorrow I will go see if we can get rid of this horse,” I said. “No!” I cried.
           “I can't let you teak her yet!”
           “I'm sorry but we'll have to try to get rid of her!” Dad hollered walking out the barn.
           Have to get rid of her. I thought. The Arabian nicker again and I walk over to her. She looked has if she knew what was going on. And maybe she did. I couldn't let them take her.
      
                  To be continued...........