We thought we'd bolt down out the back, Zara and me, to see Neddy and Zippy.
The cold and blasty weather is finally gone.
The car hasn't been starting up without a hiccup - well, OK, not at all - for how many years is it Zara?
Besides, the sun's out, it's Sunday...
...Neddy and Zippy are frisky. We haven't seen each other ALL week and Zara needs some nifty equestrianism...
"Put your foot in the stirrup, Faisal, and let's get a wriggle on!"
"No worries," I confirmed,
somewhat prematurely. One minute I was legs skywards
and the next I was face in the feeding trough. Zara, of course, is too loyal to laugh...
...but I'm not so sure about those horsies. Wasn't that some sniggering I heard?
I do hope you were not hurt., because this an enjoyable read. Bonnie
ReplyDeleteI would be Bonnie if this story wasn't fictional! Thank you.
Deleteyou're a CIZ whisperer, and a bird whisperer - you can't expect to be a horsie whisperer too, especially two dimensional ones!
ReplyDeleteThat's right, Cat Mint, we've all got a weak spot somewhere!
ReplyDeleteDear Faisal,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this imaginary adventure: it made me smile on this chill Autumn day while I wait for fifteen 4 year olds to come romping into my peaceful bookish haven; wanting a story about 'Fix-it Duck'. . .
Yikes, Kirk, looks like you'll have to 'fix-it'. I'm glad it cheered you: the intention was entirely to make the reader smile.
ReplyDeletethis horse-girl had some fun here tonight. thanks! hugs to zara.
ReplyDeleteThanks from both of us Velma! The real Faisal has only ever been on a Shetland pony, he thinks, aged about 4.
DeleteAbsolutely delightful! What a team you and Zara make!
ReplyDeleteWe should be a cartoon, huh? Or maybe we are already!
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