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Mother Goose is just a fairy-tale Posted on May 20, 2020 at 08:25:42 AM by Goose
Out exploring again. His home had suddenly become so much emptier. There were a couple around still, but it was odd. Suddenly a growing; thriving herd was lessened in numbers. Goose was confused. His thoughts were everywhere. There is one thing for certain though; it was all very strange. He couldn't begin to understand what had happened to make them all vanish. The scents were fading by the time he'd come to realize they were gone. Sorrow swept through him like a wildfire. There is no room for anger, and no room for hatred. It was not like they had done so in way to make another hate. He is just so confused and perhaps, a little heartbroken really. To even think on it; was not a very pleasant thing to run through his mind. He tried to wrap his thoughts around it, but he just couldn't.
Goose is wandering in these moments now across the mainland. His steps are smooth and gentle for such a horse who was destined to be a light draft. His feather hocks seemed to dance with those movements of his. So graceful and so refined. Rich brown eyes swam across the area before falling on the stunning creature. Nostrils of his flared to wrap around the scents. It was a female. The mare before him was unlike others he'd seen around here. She was pretty too, but she was so refined. She was stunning and he found himself moving toward her before he'd even realized his own movements. Before long he was mere short distance from her. He had himself pausing and a call gently but deeply escaping his lips.
Well hello there miss. Softly he speaks and then pauses only a moment. A breath taken and he is continuing then. The name's Goose. Odd perhaps but he hadn't named himself. He still wondered what his parents were thinking when his sister and he were named. Perhaps they were not thinking at all. No matter though; it was done. There is no turning time back after all and it made for some interesting conversations really. May I know your name miss? Perhaps you are looking for somewhere to call home? I could offer the Bay if you are so inclined to live in a cooler area. They were weathered for cooler temperatures were they not?
Perhaps he is asking a little too soon but then, there is room for no mistakes here. Others could so quickly come in and claim another, but he was giving her a chance here to choose. Perhaps she had somewhere in mind already? Perhaps she wasn't interested? Why would she be here in the mainland though where the chance at being forced into a home was so readily there? She was in search of a home more than likely but he was asking and not forcing. Maybe he would be seen in a better light because that is how he was. Goose was no stranger to kindness. He held so much compassion. He needed to replenish his family that had so quickly and freshly dwindled. It still was a puzzle to him and perhaps it would be for some time. His attention is on her for now though. So stunning; so beautiful. Another of his kind and she could take his breath away so easily. Was he smitten? No, but did he like what he saw? Goose certainly did. Replies: