Sticks and Stones Posted on July 24, 2025 at 04:26:07 PM by Tino
He had tried playing with his baby brother, but with their size difference Tino was like a bull in a china shop, and stormy was the china! After the third time of being knocked down accidently his little brother had got annoyed, like he often did and declared he no longer wanted to play with his much bigger brother who clearly couldn’t control his legs or stopping ability.
Rolling his eyes, the almost 16hh young stallion had watched as Stormy had gone complaining to their mother, for the umpteenth time, honestly he was losing count and his had to wonder how much of a pest had he really been to his mother.
He’d consider that thought for another day as he wander off to find someone who could handle his rough and tumble ways. He hadn’t gone far when he heard Sara’s call to come play. Grinning the grey stallion picked up an easy canter and took off in the direction the words had come from. Even though the mare was blind, he found it was extremely easy to forget that about Sara. She was always so sure in her steps and direction that she acted for the most part like any other horse, seeing or not.
This was also how he often forgot she might not hear him coming… or be able to react to his inability to judge his stopping distance! As he got closer to her he tried to come to a dead halt on ground that wasn’t rock solid thanks to the melting snow, so as he dug his hind legs in he still manage to bump into Sara during his sliding stop, but there wasn’t much force behind it, even with his size.
Sorry Sara he said with a chuckle before butting her neck with his head in a playful greeting. In his fixation on both Sara and stopping he almost missed the new comer, a black stallion of similar age with a dusting off white on his rump which wasn’t snow. He smiled, having met the other youngster a couple of times Hi.. err.. Rhodius isn’t it? he questioned, he didn’t know him well but Tino was always happy to make a new friend.