Post by danielee on Apr 23, 2009 18:43:15 GMT -5
Winnie Sharphowl. Taking up the wheelbarrow's handles, she would push it down the aisle. Sighing softly, she would stop in front of "King of Club's" stall, seeing the paint still in his stall. Smiling, she would open the stall door slightly, enough to where she fit in, and fit the end of the wheelbarrow in the doorway. Taking the pick, she would sift through the sawdust, and picking up clumps of manure, and urine.
King Of Clubs flicked his blond forelock aside while he romped about in the barn stall. The bedding that had been laid out freshly that morning could not be identified as so; the stallion's heavy stride cluttered the sawdust to one meager corner of the stall. King was distressed. At the sound of activity in the corridor, his chiseled face was thrown against the bars of his prison as he issued a pleading call. In anticipation, the boy danced on his silver hooves. He watched the stablehand with a gleam in his blue eyes, bobbing his head expectantly.
Winnie Sharphowl chuckled softly at the reaction of the equine. "Good boy. I know, they probably didn't let you out today, huh?" She remembered that today wasn't her day to let out the horses, but it was her day to pick the stalls and groom. Picking out the curry comb, body brush, and hoof pick from her hoodie pocket, she would start with the curry comb, working it in circles on his coat. When she was finished with that, she would then brush off the loosened hairs. Third and final thing she did was to pick out his hooves, in which she would click her tongue as she dragged her hand down the equine's leg.
King Of Clubs murred during his grooming, pushing his forehead against the girl in appreciation. His originally blemished coat would gradually adopt its natural, healthy gleam as the groom worked her way over it. His creamy tail swatted a sly pest venturing on his dock, spraying dozens of droplets of mud across his back and withers. Allowing his feet to be handled without trouble, King relaxed his muscles for the first time today.
King had to leave. We shall finish later and I will add on more.
King Of Clubs flicked his blond forelock aside while he romped about in the barn stall. The bedding that had been laid out freshly that morning could not be identified as so; the stallion's heavy stride cluttered the sawdust to one meager corner of the stall. King was distressed. At the sound of activity in the corridor, his chiseled face was thrown against the bars of his prison as he issued a pleading call. In anticipation, the boy danced on his silver hooves. He watched the stablehand with a gleam in his blue eyes, bobbing his head expectantly.
Winnie Sharphowl chuckled softly at the reaction of the equine. "Good boy. I know, they probably didn't let you out today, huh?" She remembered that today wasn't her day to let out the horses, but it was her day to pick the stalls and groom. Picking out the curry comb, body brush, and hoof pick from her hoodie pocket, she would start with the curry comb, working it in circles on his coat. When she was finished with that, she would then brush off the loosened hairs. Third and final thing she did was to pick out his hooves, in which she would click her tongue as she dragged her hand down the equine's leg.
King Of Clubs murred during his grooming, pushing his forehead against the girl in appreciation. His originally blemished coat would gradually adopt its natural, healthy gleam as the groom worked her way over it. His creamy tail swatted a sly pest venturing on his dock, spraying dozens of droplets of mud across his back and withers. Allowing his feet to be handled without trouble, King relaxed his muscles for the first time today.
King had to leave. We shall finish later and I will add on more.