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#Katcha Kytinka Harrison# <b>||</b> Oscar Steward
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Date Posted: 12:22:58 12/31/02 Tue
A trailer pulled up to the farm and stopped; the passenger door opening to reveal first a knee-high riding boot, and then the leg, torso, and finally the head attached. A wide grin possessed the oval face, and when the female had stood for a minute or two on the ground, she turned to glance into the still open door.
"Are you comin', Osc?" She called her voice whimsical. "You can't stay in there all day."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." A young man, groaning spitefully as he exited, soon stood beside his friend and began to stretch extensively. "It was a long ride," he complained, "give me a sec."
She shrugged. "Whatever." Looking back, she waved into the doorway of the truck. "Thanks, Ozzy! We'll just get the horse." Not waiting for an answer from the driver, she left Harvey to stretch out the cricks and pains acquired on the long road and walked whistling to the back of the trailer. She opened the back swiftly, sticking her head in. "Hallo, sweety. How you doin'?"
In response, a gentle nicker sounds from the compartment, and an impatient stomp as the horse within expresses her wish to be let out NOW.
Grinning still, Katcha opened the door and watched as the ramp went sliding to the ground. She shook her head and sighed, bending to grab hold of the ramp and to prop it back up. In a few minutes, the woman was leading a pale golden mare down the ramp, stroking the equine's nose tenderly as she whispered comfortingly.
"Hey, Osc? Could you get the ramp? I think Ozzy wants to leave - and I've got my hands full."
Oscar humphed, halting in mid-stretch. "Why don't I hold your darling and you can close it up?"
"Just do it."
As he did so, Katcha looked around expectantly. "All right then... Now we just have to find the owner of this place, right girl?" The mare laid her slender muzzle on the woman's shoulder as if in agreement, her dark amber optics closing lazily as her owner's fingers reach her twitching lobes.
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