April Story Contest

Magic
By: Stylator
Age: 15

I’ve always loved horses from a young age and my parents bought me my first horse when I was 6! I’ve had a lot of horses in my lifetime, but none of them seam as special as Magic does. I’ve only had Magic for a few months now but it feels like forever. He’s a gorgeous 16hh Frisian gelding, his coat as black as a star-less night sky. When I went to visit Magic before I bought him home a few months ago, I didn’t choose him... it was like he chose me.

“Come on Magic,” I groaned in my head, tugging on the bright blue lead rope. The gelding perked up his pace and walked speedily beside me. Strange. I didn’t actually ask him to walk faster? I thought it. “Good boy,” I said anyway. Magic whinnied and blew warm air out of his nostrils onto my shoulder. Bless him, I really did love this pony. I carried on leading Magic up the field and took him into his stable. Now where was my grooming kit? I always lost it! I turned around to see Magic pawing at the ground. Just beside his hoof was one of my dandy brushes. It was like he knew what I was thinking! “Clever horsey!” I laughed, picking up my brush. Magic threw his head up and down, as if he was nodding in agreement.

Once I had groomed my horse and he was looking as stunning as ever I popped into the garage to fetch the tack. Normally Magic was a bit of pain and wouldn’t like his bridle put on, so tacking him up sometimes was a bit of hassle. “He better be good today, I’m not up for messing around,” I said to myself as I put the saddle over the stable door. Magic, who was at the back of the stable, walked slowly towards me, stretching his neck out, making it much easier for me to put his bridle on. Whoa. He was never like this! I really thought that maybe he knew exactly what I was thinking! “I do. I do know what you’re thinking,” Magic said. Wait a minute. Did Magic just speak or am I dreaming? “You are not dreaming Ellie, I can talk,” My horse nuzzled my shoulder. “Magic?” I was speechless. My horse can talk?! “You really are magic,” I said, throwing my arms round Magic’s neck, hugging him tight.