Post by Peanut Loves EVERYONE!! on Feb 10, 2012 5:58:11 GMT -5
[[TOM]]
Walking down to the pasture, hands deep in his pockets, Tom looked down at the ground. He'd been away for nearly a year, in a different state looking after his sick grandfather. After ten months of holding Grandpa's hand through his treatment and therapy, Tom had finally been able to return to Starry Skys, but not with a lighter heart. He sighed, scuffing his sneakers through the dirt as he wistfully thought back on being with his family again. He hadn't realised how much he really missed them until Grandpa had died. It had made everything seem so much more...real. Chewing on his lip in thought, Tom barely noticed when he reached the fence of the pasture. Looking up, he sorted visually through the small herd of boarded horses there. Not seeing a familiar horse, Tom hung his head dejectedly. The family had been so focused on Grandpa, and paying for his treatments, that nobody had remembered Cola's board. Tom had hoped desperately that the peppy gelding would still be here, but it was fair enough that they'd sold him on or moved him. If no-one could pay for him, he was just taking up room.
Once, the thought would have killed Tom, but, now sixteen, he'd done a heck of a lot of growing up. "I miss you Grandpa," he sighed, leaning against the fence. Absentmindedly, lost in thought, he started whistling a tune his Grandpa used to sing. Tom had memorised it at a young age, and often whistled when he was bored or lonely. Halfway through the tune, Tom heard a thundering of hoofbeats, and a high pitched whinny. Turning, he saw a roan pony galloping towards the fence, ears pricked and tail held aloft in the air. A grin broke across Tom's face and he laughed in joy.
"Cola!" He exclaimed, leaning over the fence in preparation for the pony to stop. He didn't though. Collecting himself in a neat bundle, Cola lifted his feet off the ground and soared right over the pasture fence, galloping past Tom and off into the distance. Tom sighed, shaking his head. So his pony hadn't missed him after all. He looked up when the roan circled back though. He slowed to a canter, then a trot, and finally halted before his boy, shoving his nose out and jabbing Tom all over, uttering small noises and happy nickers.
"Hey, kiddo," Tom smiled, rubbing the soft neck. "I missed you," he said, laughing as Cola snorted and rubbed his dished face against the boy's side. Tom wrapped his arms around the gelding's neck, hugging him tightly and not wanting to let go. He wasn't the hyper, confident kid he'd been before he left, but Tom still adored his pony.
Walking down to the pasture, hands deep in his pockets, Tom looked down at the ground. He'd been away for nearly a year, in a different state looking after his sick grandfather. After ten months of holding Grandpa's hand through his treatment and therapy, Tom had finally been able to return to Starry Skys, but not with a lighter heart. He sighed, scuffing his sneakers through the dirt as he wistfully thought back on being with his family again. He hadn't realised how much he really missed them until Grandpa had died. It had made everything seem so much more...real. Chewing on his lip in thought, Tom barely noticed when he reached the fence of the pasture. Looking up, he sorted visually through the small herd of boarded horses there. Not seeing a familiar horse, Tom hung his head dejectedly. The family had been so focused on Grandpa, and paying for his treatments, that nobody had remembered Cola's board. Tom had hoped desperately that the peppy gelding would still be here, but it was fair enough that they'd sold him on or moved him. If no-one could pay for him, he was just taking up room.
Once, the thought would have killed Tom, but, now sixteen, he'd done a heck of a lot of growing up. "I miss you Grandpa," he sighed, leaning against the fence. Absentmindedly, lost in thought, he started whistling a tune his Grandpa used to sing. Tom had memorised it at a young age, and often whistled when he was bored or lonely. Halfway through the tune, Tom heard a thundering of hoofbeats, and a high pitched whinny. Turning, he saw a roan pony galloping towards the fence, ears pricked and tail held aloft in the air. A grin broke across Tom's face and he laughed in joy.
"Cola!" He exclaimed, leaning over the fence in preparation for the pony to stop. He didn't though. Collecting himself in a neat bundle, Cola lifted his feet off the ground and soared right over the pasture fence, galloping past Tom and off into the distance. Tom sighed, shaking his head. So his pony hadn't missed him after all. He looked up when the roan circled back though. He slowed to a canter, then a trot, and finally halted before his boy, shoving his nose out and jabbing Tom all over, uttering small noises and happy nickers.
"Hey, kiddo," Tom smiled, rubbing the soft neck. "I missed you," he said, laughing as Cola snorted and rubbed his dished face against the boy's side. Tom wrapped his arms around the gelding's neck, hugging him tightly and not wanting to let go. He wasn't the hyper, confident kid he'd been before he left, but Tom still adored his pony.
