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LysetteBadeau She was a confident lass as she made her way down the gravel path and to the sky puncturing top tent directly in her path. Her breath was steady due to her fit nature and barely made noise over each crunch the gravel issued as her feet moved. It was not only her footsteps she heard that night. Behind her trailed a small sorrel Shetland pony, his eyes barely visible through the thick mane that cascaded over his soft brown eyes. Each hoof pushed off the ground and sounded a slight clinking of rock. The two visiable companions walked together wordless in the dusk of the day, their goal to reach the bright lights of the circus before complete nightfall. Occasionally the pony's strides would lengthened and slacked the reigns that were clutched loosely in the girl's hand. Once shoulder to shoulder he'd nuzzle her arm until she drew it out of the warm hoodie pocket and placed it on his neck. She felt the mohawked hairs of his neck that hadn't grown the length to lay flat yet and the strength his neck held. Sometimes she'd fish a treat out and hold it to his whiskered lips. He'd hesitate in his step to examine it but she continued her pace, determined on her goal of the tent. He'd speed up taking the apple flavored trip in stride. Once returning to her pocket, she's stroke the fuzzy warm bundle that lay inside it. Soon her steps hesitated as she neared the entrance of the tent. She peered around, her pony butting her with his head when he failed to stop. She moved forward a little more and shortened the rope attached to his faded blue halter. She knew it wasn't polite to enter without knocking but had no wood to beat her fist against. She opened her mouth and let out a timid, "Hello?". Excited by the noise after such a quiet journey, the pony snorted and flared his nostrils loudly. Together they waited. Companions Marigold.Pony Harold.Mouse |