horsesforlife

     The day is beautiful. The sun gleams like glass. The bugs devour skin. Today is no day for fences, so horse and rider trend on green grass instead of sand. The horse is an old friend. Patient and stubborn, he takes his time, moseying along the fields next to the arena, enjoying himself as much as his rider. The scenery gotten old and the pair return to the stables.  

       Mr. I-never-spook-I-have-seen-it-all sees the barn’s new resident. He flips out like he goingto be eaten. Almost a football field away, he stops eyes white with fear, his body covered in sweat. The gentle giant stared at his opponent, accessing his options. He feared no man or beast. His hoofs were his weapons of long practice, his teeth a last resort, and his body an advantage. All the dignity of his years lost to a creature no larger then a ball.   He bowed his head in acknowledgement to his adversary: the duck.