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A Fun Writing Exercise
Okay, all you young writers out there, here’s a writing exercise for you.
Tell a very short story (less than 500 words) about a girl who goes to visit a new friend for the first time and they go into her friend’s barn. The barn is so messy that…
What does it look like? What happens? Is there a horse lost in there? Tell me your story!!!
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June 17th, 2008 at 11:43 am
As I stepped into June’s barn, I stopped dead. What a mess! I couldn’t believe that anyone would actually keep a horse in here. But, according to the new girl I had met at school, she kept her Fallabella horse, Tom Thumb, in here.
“So, what do you think?” asked June, looking at me curiously.
What could I say? “Uh,…it’s huge,” I answered weakly. She raised an eyebrow.
“The truth.”
I gulped. “Uh, the truth? Well, uh,…it’s…It’s very messy. I really don’t think it’s very healthy for the horse,” I confessed.
She nodded. “That’s what I was thinking. As a matter of fact, it’s gotten so messy that I lost my horse in here!”
I stared. Could a horse actually get lost in a barn?
“I know what you are thinking,” June said. “But he did. I haven’t heard from him in a day!”
“Heard from him?”
“You know, a whinny, or anything! I’ve looked everywhere, but there’s so much hay, and tack, and mess….”
I looked at her. “Will your parents give me permission to completely turn this barn inside out?”
“I don’t have any parents. I live alone.”
“How do you manage to go to school?” She just looked mysteriously at me.
I rolled up my sleeves, dumped my backpack, (OUTside) and went to work. June did very little, and I couldn’t help but think that she was really, really lazy. I made a huge pile of hay in one stall with a pitchfork, mucked out every single one, (there were thirty in all,) and cleaned and put up tack until I had aches where I didn’t know I had muscles. And all this time, I couldn’t help but wonder why I was doing this. This was ridiculous. I hardly knew June, I’d never met her horse. Suddenly I gasped. What if she DIDN’T have a horse? What if she was just using me as a ruse to clean the barn? I couldn’t believe it. Maybe it wasn’t true. It was pretty far fetched. But then again, so was the whole ‘horse-lost-in-a-barn’ thing. I kept working, in case she wasn’t kidding. Besides, the barn really needed cleaned! I worked all through the night until morning. Forget school. And then, just like that, the barn was done. Spotless. Sparkling.
And there was no Tom Thumb in sight.
A sparkling light suddenly light up the room with such radience that I hid my face. And there, in front of me, was June, with wings. I stared. When she finally spoke, her voice was deep and golden and beautiful. “Thank you, May. You are a true friend. And you will be rewarded.” And suddenly, right in front of me, was a small pony. But all of a sudden he began to grow. He morphed and grew until there was no little pony any more, there was a silver pegasus stallion! He looked at me through sapphire eyes.
“Since you worked so hard to find me, you have. And I am yours.”
I still haven’t told anyone about him. For he is invisible to all but those who strive for what they want.
June 17th, 2008 at 1:39 pm
Have you thought of putting monthly writing contests up on the site? Everybody in favor say “Aye!”
“Aye!’
June 17th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
I love your story, Mirriam!
I have thought of doing writing contests but actually decided against it. The reason is because there can only be ONE winner and I would have to judge between too many awesome stories! It would be way too hard to say which is best.
What do you think of doing writing exercises like this one every once in a while? You can submit more than one story to each exercise too.
June 17th, 2008 at 5:09 pm
Great story Mirriam!
I like the idea of these writing exercises, they will be fun! 
June 17th, 2008 at 5:45 pm
“Do you ever have leaking problems with all those loose boards?” Alyss asked as they walked toward Diane’s barn.
“Yeah, there has been a few,” she replied with a nervous tone.
What was the matter with her! And then she walked through the door, “Oh…my….this is rather…well it’s a bit….messy, don’t you think?”
“Oh I knew you would say that, but I can’t clean it up, and my parents don’t like the horses so they won’t help! Midnight is sick because I got his feed mixed up with Oreo’s! All the oats are all jumbled up and I lost Wafer’s joint supplement! Please, will you help me?”
Alyss couldn’t believe this mess! Diane’s horses could get seriously ill with all the feed mixed up! And Wafer really needed his joint supplement, he was getting old! Alyss had to help these horses!
“Yeah, I’ll help you,” she answered after she was done thinking.
Alyss climbed over the messy obstacle course trying to get to the horses. It took five minutes just to get to their stalls. She began to wonder how Diane led her horses out to the paddock, and then she saw the door inside each stall that led to outside. All three horses were in right now.
Oreo was black with two white socks, Midnight was a black Paint Thoroughbred mix, and Wafer was a Liver Chestnut. Wafer looked like it hurt to walk, then he started shaking his head and throwing his lip up.
“Diane you need to take Wafer for a walk, he’s sick.”
After Diane led Wafer out of the barn she began to attempt organizing things. She moved the tack into one corner along with the racks, and started moving the hay bales to try to find the feed and supplement. She heard footsteps behind her, and thought it was a bit to soon to stop walking Wafer.
Alyss turned and gasped. In front of her stood a dark bay horse with a huge blaze! He looked to be around sixteen hands. He was kind of hazy, like a mirage or something.
“You’re not one of Diane’s horses!” she gasped.
The horse snorted and pushed his head into her chest. Then he clambered over a bunch of hay and toward a cramped corner. He turned back and nickered to Alyss.
“You want me to go over there,” she whispered more in a statement than a question. She walked slowly to the large stallion. Soon, she stood beside his beautiful head and looked down.
“You found the supplements! Hey what’s this?” Alyss bent down and picked up a clear plastic bottle.
“It’s Banamine! We can give Wafer a shot of this, and he will feel better! Wow, you’re a smart h…oh…where did he go?”
The mysterious horse was gone. All that was left was a hazy mist.
June 18th, 2008 at 3:59 am
I love the idea, Angela! Really cool.
When is the new Freedom book coming out?
June 18th, 2008 at 6:35 am
Oh…you could do like ‘first, second, and third’ place prizes, and a few honorable mentions. Just a thought
June 18th, 2008 at 6:35 am
4 the contest, I mean
June 18th, 2008 at 5:08 pm
I met Llisa outside the barn, then walked in with her. As my eyes adjusted to the dark stable I was stunned. I couldn’t seem to move. It was petrifying. Petrifyingly dirty. The floor was covered in mounds of manure, the hay was moldy, and the bedding was scarce. The water buckets were covered with a thin layer of scum.
“Mm…Mary?” Llisa whispered “I’m sorry, I should have told you it didn’t look that pretty. My step-dad used to own it and have his Percheron’s in her. He didn’t treat them very well,” she broke off, then continued in a stronger voice, “Will you help me clean it? Please? I’ve been making the horses stay outside in the pasture, but it’s winter and they have to come in.”
I couldn’t say no and let horses live in that mess, so we started to work. After three hours of back breaking labour we finally had the manure off the floor and had cleaned the water buckets. I had to go home for lunch, but I promised her I’d be back after, and I’d bring some extra cleaning soap for the floor and the feed bucket that worked best on wood.
An hour later I was arriving back at Llisa’s house for the second time. It took another hour to finish scrubbing the floor, walls and feed trough so it all sparkled and we were confident that it would be good for her horses. The only thing it lacked was bedding and feed. Before I could ask her about that, she disappeared into a door that I hadn’t noticed.
I decided I might as well follow her in. Once again I was stunned. I couldn’t seem to move. This time, it wasn’t because it was in horrible condition. It was sweet smelling, clean and organized. It was about half the size of the barn. The wall I was facing had 5 beautifully polished, expensive saddles with matching bridles. Two dressage saddles, two jumping saddles, and a really small general purpose saddle. There were 4 new-looking halters with lead ropes hanging on one side and 2 well organized brush kits on the other. One said LLISA on the side and the other said MAX.
On the left wall there was enough hay, grain, and supplements for 3 horses for a year. “Would you grab a pitchfork and lay out the straw while I measure out the grain, please? It’s on the other wall.” Lisa questioned.
I smiled, “Of course! How many of the stalls do you want bedded?”
“Four, please.”
Soon we were done so we went outside to see the horses. There were two absolutely gorgeous warmbloods she said were hers then her 2 year old sister Max’s pony and miniature horse. We decided to go on a trail ride until I had to go home in an hour. She told me all about her eventing competitions and I told her about how I had bought my horse at the auction for cheap. It was a great day.
June 18th, 2008 at 5:10 pm
I love the exercise, Angela! It’s super! I love it. Also I did mean to spell Llisa with two L’s.
June 18th, 2008 at 7:50 pm
I am totally loving your stories, everyone. They are very fun! Keep them coming!!!
June 18th, 2008 at 7:54 pm
Mirriam, Freedom’s Echo is coming out in the USA in February 2009.
Even with first, second, third, and honorable mentions I would have to have choose between too many awesome stories. Its like the stories above. I love all of them. They’re all strong for different reasons and wouldn’t like to choose between them.
June 19th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
My jaw just about fell off when I stepped into Piper’s stable.
“It’s awful,” Piper said. “I don’t mind the mess but Alcatraz does. Will you help me clean it? Please?”
There was manure piled everywhere, with green mold climbing up the walls. Moldy hay was hanging limply from the loft. In the middle of it was Alcatraz, a sad-looking black Thoroughbred.
I started working, rinsing out buckets and discovering tack under layers of filth. Piper didn’t do much work. She said her back hurt. I worked until I was filthy and smelly and hurt all over. Then I worked some more.
Hours and hours later, I finished the stable. Then I started cleaning Alcatraz. He had lots of sores from all the filth on him and he flinched every time I touched one. I felt very bad for him and was starting to really dislike Piper. She had been my friend for so long and I thought she loved horses. How could she treat him like this?
When I finished Alcatraz, I looked around and saw that there was one stall in the very back of the barn that I hadn’t cleaned.
“That’s Alcatraz’s stall,” Piper said. “You’ll have to clean it. There’re fresh hay bales outside the door. I’d help you bring them in but, like I said, my back hurts and I don’t want to hurt it even more. Make sure the water trough is super clean because I don’t want him to get sick.”
“You don’t want him to get sick?” I said. Then what’s all this! I wanted to scream. I was hot and dirty and sweaty and thirsty and my stomach was grumbling for its dinner. Do it for Alcatraz, I thought, looking at the droopy stallion. He deserves to be taken care of.
I mucked out the last stall. My hands were started to blister from the pitchfork. I spread out the hay and made sure the trough was clean. Then I brought in Alcatraz. He sniffed around then took a drink from the trough. He couldn’t say anything but his soft brown eyes seemed to be thanking me for all my hard work.
“You can come back and clean anytime you want,” Piper said cheerfully. She got up from her seat on an upturned bucket. “My back feels a lot better now. I think I’ll go for a ride.”
I said nothing. Piper began to laugh. “Oh Susie, I wanted to be sure you’d take care of Alcatraz. The reason he’s so skinny is because I just got him from the animal shelter. He’ll be beautiful and happy again soon. And you’ll be sure to take care of him because he’s yours! I have to move so I want you to have him.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was losing my best friend, but I had a horse! “Thank you so much Piper,” I said.
“You earned him. I hope you’ll have him for a long time.” Alcatraz neighed his agreement.
June 19th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
I love these exercises, Ms. Angela! I hope everybody likes my story. I’ve never had so many people read one of them before and I’m sort of nervous.
June 19th, 2008 at 1:42 pm
I love your story, Gabrielle. The ending especially is awesome!
June 19th, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Thank you so much!
June 19th, 2008 at 5:16 pm
Your story was great Gabrielle!
I really enjoyed it! Everyone’s stories are great!
June 20th, 2008 at 7:52 am
Did you know they found out how Pharlap died? Wow, that was a long time ago!
Guess what! Yesterday we took our mare to get an ultra sound and she’s pregnant!!!! Her second foal, and I’m SOOO excited!! If it’s a girl we are going to name her Jasmine, and we have a raspberry colored foal halter! Her last baby was a colt.
June 20th, 2008 at 11:48 am
How did he die? I know there were suspicions that he was poisoned.
CONGRATULATIONS on your new expected foal!!!
June 20th, 2008 at 4:09 pm
How did Pharlap die? I really want to know!
Thanks about the story.
Congrats on the foal. Post a picture when (s)he’s born - I know its a long time to wait, though. That’s really cool!
June 20th, 2008 at 5:11 pm
Is anyone going to the book fair in Columbia tomorrow? If you do, look for me! I’ll be wearing a beige shirt with little horses on it with the words “I LOVE HORSES” in small lettering.
June 21st, 2008 at 7:33 am
I wish I could meet you, Gabrielle. Great story, Brittney!
June 22nd, 2008 at 2:34 am
Oh, I love all of your stories guys!
I’m not so good at writing in English, but I will try, here we go:
-What are you going to show me? I asked Sandy, while we sneaked out from her house. It was dark, and the moon was at the size of a fingernail, so we didn`t have much light.
- Come into the barn, its something I am sure you will like, but I need your help, she said. We walked through the barn door. Sandy turned on the light. What a terrible mess! An old car, some rusty paintboxes, and hay everywhere on the floor.
- When was last time this place was cleaned? I said. And jumped when I saw a rat run in front of me.
- We dont have time to worry about that now. Over here, Sandy said. She took my hand and followed me to the inner corner of the barn. There, in the hay, was a little sleeping brown creature. It woke up when it heard us come. It was a foal! a real, beautiful foal, with small dark eyes and a white stripe in the face. I just stared.
- I need your help to take care of her, Mina. I saved her from the butcher yesterday. I spent almost all of the money from my birthday to get her. Sandy looked at me. I saw a sadness in her eyes. Sadness, and maybe some hope too.
- Do your parents know that you have her? I asked.
- No… I haven’t told them. They would never let me keep her. You must help me keep the secret. You must help me to take care of her! Sandy`s voice were soft and begging. I didn`t know what to say.
The little foal looked at me, like she tried to say: - Please help me, do as she says! That made me say yes. Sandy took her arms around me, while she yelled - Thank you! at least hundred times.
- What are we going to do with her? I said.
- She needs food and water. I’ll get the water. Do you think you can give her some of Starlet’s food? Starlet was my horse. She didn`t eat very much anyway, so that would not be any problem.
- Ok. does she have a name yet? I asked, and patted the little beauty under the chin. she seemed to like it.
- No, what do you think we should call her? Sandy and I sat down to think.
- What about… Chance? Because that is what we gave her, a new chance!
- Yes, that is a good idea, Sandy said.
- Do you want to be named Chance, little friend? she said to the foal. Like she understood, the foal suddenly nodded. We laughed.
- Then its official. You shall be named Chance, and we will do our best to take care of you. I said to Chance. She licked my cheek, like a dog.
- But we must clean the barn. Really! I said to Sandy.
- We start tomorrow. Now we must go to sleep. Good night Chance. Sandy said. A lovely little sound came from Chance`s mouth. I knew we had done the right thing.”
June 22nd, 2008 at 11:46 am
I looked in the barn, and it was SUCH a mess! But as I stared,wondering why someone would leave it this way, it suddenly began to change. The mess twisted in one united swirl and changed into a beautiful garden! Then Billie looked at me and said, “Now you try it! Think of a place you would really like to see, and it will appear!”
I looked from the Garden, to Billie, then back to the Garden. I tried to think of something really beautiful… unique. Then I closed my eyes,thought to myself, then, PRESTO! There, in front of me, was exactly what I had imagined, a glorious landscape, with silver trees and golden leaves, hills of rubies, and rivers and waterfalls of diamonds and sapphires.
If that wasn’t enough, I had also imagined fairies, and Unicorns, Pegasi, and all creatures great and small (except mosquitoes), myth and reality living in perfect harmony. I finally realized I was staring, when Billie said how beautiful it was! Then I asked her why she had only shown me this awesome place, and she said, “Because Stephanie, you were kind to me.”
I never knew anything so great could come from a small act of kindness, until now of course.
THE END
June 22nd, 2008 at 11:48 am
That story idea was fun to work with Angela..
I had alot of fun writing mine, and I hope you guys enjoy it! All of yours are great!Thanks! 
June 22nd, 2008 at 7:37 pm
Yeah, apparently Pharlap had a massive overdose of some sort of arsonic (not sure if that’s spelled right) poisoning and potions 40 hours before he died. I can’t really explain in great detail, because I don’t know that much about it, my mom told me about it.
Thanks! I can’t wait til the foal is born, even though it isn’t even close, and there is the possibility that the mare will lose it. But I’m still WAY excited!! Angela, I’ll send you some photos when she is close, and when the foal is born.
I hope none of my horses get Patomic!!! The mayflies just came out tonight, and we reallly weren’t expecting them at ALL! They are the bugs that carry Patomic Horse Fever. Three of my horses have already had it once, and it can be fatal! Luckily they all made it, but we are all surprised that Holly(the 35 or 36 year old pony) made it! We were sooo lucky!
June 22nd, 2008 at 10:10 pm
I am so glad that all three of your horses were okay, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that your lovely mare will stay healthy. I’d love to receive photos of her and her baby, and I know everyone else would love to see them too!
And more great stories above! I am amazed that they are all so different than each other’s too. Excellent!!!!
June 25th, 2008 at 9:29 am
These are soo cool! You write nicely in english, Anne-Lin
June 25th, 2008 at 1:42 pm
Thank you so much, Mirriam!
I think someone fixed it a little before it was posted on the page though, or else I think it went very well. Your story is beautiful too, Mirriam. Tom Thumb is a really cute name for a falabella.
Did you know, the smallest pony in the world is actually (alright, I always spell that word wrong 
)named Thumbelina, so if she was a male she/he would probably be called Tom Thumb. 
Oh, in two days, I become 15 years old, but I don’t want to be big yet!
I don’t even get a real birthday party because Mom says I’m too old. She says I got the party when I was confirmed a month ago, but still…
June 25th, 2008 at 2:54 pm
Actually, you spelled “actually” correctly, Anne-Line!
Happy Birthday!!!!
June 26th, 2008 at 1:42 am
Thank you, Angela. So I actually have learned to spell it now, lol
June 26th, 2008 at 8:15 am
“Excersize” was the word that I never could get right, until last year.
Does anyone else have a word that they can never remember how to spell right?
June 26th, 2008 at 10:23 am
Ha, I can never spell critisism! Is that right? LOl, I have trouble spelling exercise, too! Sometimes I get so frustrated, I get on Microsoft Word and do the spell check!
Happy Birthday Anne-Line!
June 26th, 2008 at 1:57 pm
I think criticism is with a second C. Spell Check on Microsoft Word is a wonderful feature! I use it lots!
June 26th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
it’s crazy, but the one word I always messed up was Wednesday, because I spelled it how I thought it sounded
June 27th, 2008 at 5:55 pm
“He’s about twenty-three hands high,” Olivia finished with a flourish.
Sam sighed. It was so obvious Olivia knew nothing about horses. She was just pretending so Sam would be her friend. She probably didn’t even HAVE a horse. And she probably cared as much about horses as Sam cared about Olivia’s passion - bicycles. How could they be best friends with such different interests?
The next day, Olivia invited Sam over and Sam agreed. As soon as she hung up the phone, Sam regretted that one simple word, ‘yes’. Now she’d have to spend hours listening to Olivia ramble about her “horse”.
“Where are we going?” asked Sam when they were in the car. They had driven right past Olivia’s house.
“To see my horse.”
Sam raised her eyebrows. Could the twenty-two hand mystery horse really be real?
“Do you like him?” Olivia asked.
Sam loved all horses. She stroked the gelding’s nose (Olivia had said he was a boy). “What’s his name?”
“Mister Mystery,” said Olivia proudly.
“What’s his stable name?”
“Huh?”
“What do you call him around the barn.”
“Oh - Mister.”
“Mister! C’mere, boy, I’ve got carrots!”
Olivia stared at her like she was crazy. “Horses don’t eat carrots?”
Sam resisted a snort. “What do they eat, then?”
“Oats. And sugar lumps.” Olivia was getting hysterical. “You might hurt him! Those chunks are too big! He’ll choke!”
Sam felt too tired of Olivia to explain that horses loved carrots and that they could swallow chunks much bigger than the ones she’d chopped that morning. “Fine. Let’s go get his grooming kit.”
“His what?”
“Brushes.” What was Olivia doing with her own horse, anyway?
“Oh, I don’t usually brush him.”
Sam decided not to ask who did. “Well, I want to. Can I? Please?”
“Sure,” Olivia agreed half-heartedly. They turned towards the barn. Mister looked disappointed that the offending carrot chunks were leaving.
They entered the barn. Sam gasped. “Liv! What IS this mess?”
Everything was everywhere.
“The barn,” shrugged Olivia. “I’m the only one who uses it. My uncle lives here.”
It was the last straw. “Look, Liv, this isn’t good for Mister.”
“What?”
“The way you’re treating him. You just don’t know enough about horses. So, here’s my idea. I’ll help you clean up the barn - if you’re willing to learn enough to keep Mister alive.”
Maybe she shouldn’t have said that last part. Olivia went white. “Of course!” she whispered. “But I have to do something for you, too.” Her face brightened.
“What?” asked Sam warily.
“Promise to NEVER act like I know better than you when it comes to horses.”
They hugged, spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the barn, and then gave Mister some carrot chunks as they left the barn.
June 27th, 2008 at 5:56 pm
I have trouble spelling tomorrow.
I probably spelled that wrong. Almost everybody spelt the word they always spell wrong wrong.
One word I NEVER spell wrong is HORSE.
June 27th, 2008 at 10:17 pm
Awesome story, Emma. And you spelt ‘tomorrow’ right this time!
June 28th, 2008 at 1:15 pm
The word ’spelt’ is American and ’spelled’ is Canadian - or at least I think so! Usually it is with words like that. Or maybe words like that are British?
I have trouble with the word ’surprise’. Once (I can’t remember the word right now) I wasn’t sure how to spell a word, so I looked it up in the dictionary, and BOTH of the different ways I had been considering were there! I think I just picked one at random for whatever I was writing, because they both seemed to mean the same thing. Speaking of looking things up in dictionaries, I don’t understand how looking a word up in a dictionary will really help you if you have absolutely no idea how it might be spelled.
June 28th, 2008 at 5:20 pm
LOL - that is a very good point!
July 10th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Hi Angela. Sorry if this is off topic…I’m fourteen and I love to write. (Plus I’m really good at it, if I do say so myself) I’ve written three books (They’re the size of your books, and I’m still working on two of them) and everyone who’s read the summaries has loved them and can’t wait for the books to be finished.
One is called “Flood of the White Stallion”, and the other two are part a new series called “Seco Agua Ranch”. The first one in the series is called “Mystery of the Gold Mines” and the other is “Convict on the Loose”
The only problem is I don’t know how to get them published. How do I go about getting it published? Do I have to be over 18 years old or something?(I’m from the U.S)How much money does it cost? Who are the best publishers?
July 11th, 2008 at 6:53 pm
I know you didn’t ask me Amanda but let me warn you right now: NEVER PAY MONEY TO GET YOUR BOOK PUBLISHED!!! If someone asks you for money up front, it’s probably a vanity publisher - a fraud. You’ll never make any profit off the book and it won’t be widely circulated.
I’m pretty sure you don’t have to be over a certain age. If I were you, I’d be very careful about mentioning how old I was (I’m fourteen, too) because publishers might not take you seriously then.
Look for a publisher that publishes some or, better yet, a lot of books on horses. You can look for them easily enough on the Internet.
I live in the US. Super good luck publishing your book. I REALLY want to read it. I barely know any kids my age who like to write.
July 11th, 2008 at 10:24 pm
The best thing you can do if you are serious about being an author, Amanda, is to get a book on how to get published. I can tell you things, and Gabrielle has some great advice too, but we won’t be able to tell you everything you need to know in this blog. Check out some bookstores. There are quite a few books out there on how to approach publishers and all that business side of writing. Then, if you have any specific questions, I’d be happy to answer them for you.
Good luck! I’d love to see your books in print!
July 12th, 2008 at 11:02 am
Thanks for the advice! If I do get my book published, I’ll be sure to let you guys know!
July 12th, 2008 at 2:06 pm
Good luck with publishing your book Amanda! I don’t think your age will be too much of a problem, I’ve heard of a book written by a thirteen year old. I don’t remember the name though.
August 6th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
I strolled into Stephine’s barn and gasped. The barn was a mess! You could not see the floor, literally! Piles of hay were everywhere! Horse manure, every thing!
“This is why I invited you over, Vicki. I moved in and the barn was a mess! I thought maybe as my new freind you could help me out.” Stephine looked embarassed. “And, I think it’s haunted.”
“It’s not haunted. I don’t believe in gosts, but why would you think that?” I asked her.
Stephine looked scared. “Because I heard a gost! A horse gost!” Stephine explained “It was whinnying.” Just then a faint ghostly whinny rang through the stable.
“Let’s just clean the stable and leave!” I gasped.
Hastily, we cleaned the barn. Suddenly Stephine sceamed. A weak scared neigh rang through the stables. I ran across the stable. Stephine was saying “sorry” in a reasuring voice - and there in front of her was a beautiful white horse!
“Hello there,” I said, walking up to it “It looks starved to death!”
“Let’s take care of it!” Stephine suggested.
“Sure! But what should we call him?” I asked.
“Ghosty! He’s white like a ghost and we thought he was a gost!” Stephine suggested.
“Alright! Come on Ghosty lets get you cleaned up. Looks like you could use it! We can finish cleaning the barn later!”
August 10th, 2008 at 10:05 pm
A cute story, Breanna! I like how it ended up happily!
August 14th, 2008 at 12:39 pm
Thanks Angela!