April Story Contest

A Horse’s Love Reformed (part 1)
By: Fidget
Age: 12

I walked into the empty paddock where my soon-to-be horse was going to live. I didn’t know what type of horse to expect. Pony? Thoroughbred? Bay? Chestnut? Star? Blaze? I hoped it would be something useful. I didn’t really like horses. But maybe this horse could change my mind. Well, my arm is still in a cast from the accident five weeks ago. I fell off the bay stallion at my riding school and broke my arm. The bay stallion had been taken off to be gelded.
On the day of my birthday, I woke up. My horse had been transferred to my paddock late night and my cast had come off yesterday. I went outside to the paddock I had set up, one-armed. Inside the paddock was a bay horse, its head drooped, not grazing.
“How could my parents buy me something so useless?” I muttered to myself, walking into the paddock.
The horse looked up, revealing a perfect circle white star. It looked awful well-known to me.
A note on his purple nylon halter said, ‘This is Finest You’ll Ever See/ Comanche. I wanted to sell him after your accident, but your mother wanted you to have him.”
So this was Comanche! The horse that broke my arm! And he was still a stallion!
“Come here, you!” I said angrily, tugging on Comanche’s lead rope. Comanche was a fancy-bred Anglo-Arab stallion.
I tacked him up quickly and mounted him. He was a famous show horse. I spurred him on into a canter...

What will I do now? Will I forgive Comanche for breaking my arm? Find out in Part 2.