He is a massive horse, standing about 6 foot at the shoulder, solid black with a coat that shines in the sun, and as he walks past you... his coat gleams and ripples reflecting light in so many ways..... just as an oil slick would in the ocean.... so beautiful.
Muscular he is, and an endurance runner at that. He will run up the mountain, 3 miles up, without breaking a sweat and getting out of breath. He is my pride and joy. He has always been the dominant horse of the pack, and any other horse he meets... they all know who is the man, he is.
7 years old and a show winner, a race winner and he even won the title of best trained for a music video. Just by mingling with the other horses he would teach them a thing or two... and they all would leave being better, more calm horses. Not easily spooked, he holds his head up high and does not shy from anything.
As I sit there on his back running my hands thru his mane, I wipe the small trail of snot from my nose...he lets out a small winnie and turns to me... his body language is clear... he is bored, he wants to see a movie. Ok... I say. Lets go on down to the drive-in and enjoy one of those movies.
We start to walk down hill and I lean back and put my hands behind my head... lying across his back I was able to catch a few nippy nap minutes.
I wake up and look around.... its night time, but he has taken me to the city... there we are, 14th and Constitution ave. I just had to ask...
Buttercup.. why are we in the city? ( yeah, thats his name.... so shuddup.)
He looks at me and says... " Cause I want to go to the indoor one, its cool... they have nice seats, and all the others get to go."
Uhhhh, I don't think so... its just not right... you can't fit.. they won't let you in.. and come on... and if you poop on a seat, maaaaaan... we are toast.
He says, "Hey, I want to go.. im going to go... you sit there, riding my back all day.. telling me what to do... its my turn. Fork out the cash and lets go."
Buttercup pal. can't do it.. lets go back south and pick up a drive thru, the city is not the place for a horse.
He says, "Im going"
No you are not
He says, "Yes I am.."
Noooooo, you are NOT!!
He says, "Ha, go away... Im off... I want some of that molasses popcorn too.. You have 30 bucks?"
Im furious.... I hop off and get in his face... "Buttercup!! Look down at me here.. You can not go in there, they won't let you... get your stanky butt back south."
He says, "Move, or you will be moved."
Ok.. ok... So I run to his rear, he starts moving.. I grab his tail... and surprisingly... he kicks, knocking me clear across the mall right into the reflecting pool. Dang it!! When I get to him I am gonna learn him a thing or two. It has been to long.
Here I am, soaking wet... my black suit is ruined, my kickin' bright red shirt has a tear in it and two hoof marks now stain it... my hat is drooping and I lost my feather that once poked 3 feet gracefully from the side of it. I start walking towards the theater.
I finally get there, and I ask the teller.. "Have you seen a big black horse walk by?"
Teller says, "Yeah, he just went inside to see "Black Beauty returns to Dallas, The Stallions dream." Would you like a ticket?"
Whaaaaaaaaa?????? Eh heh eh eh eh a haa ha haahaaahaaaaaa... You must be kidding me!! You let him in?
Teller says, "Yeah, all the horses get in on friday night"
Ohhh.. eh ... ok... so umm... lemme go in and get him.
Teller says, "Nope.. buy a ticket."
At this point all I want to do is reach thru that bullet proof glass, put my fingers up his nose and pull his head thru the little holes in the glass while chewing off his eyebrows.
I reach for my wallet... hey, its not there! That horse took my wallet!!! And he probably bought everything.. that pig! Ok Mr. Teller man, now Im mad... I want my horse, and I want my wallet.
Teller says, "Buy a ticket, or get stomped."
Ohhh, there is a choice.. come on... bring it on... you zit faced fake suit wearing ticket issuing punk. I throw a rock at the window... a minute later, three goons come up to me.
I tell them.."Stand back.. I am a master of hand to hand combat"
They smile...
I pull my sword out and get into stance...
They laugh.....
I take the sword and cut the air swiftly... demonstrating the awesome skill that lies within my hand.....
They laugh harder.....
You morons amaze me... here I am, ready to take your life, and you stand there with no skill.
They stand there... suddenly each one of them pull out these handles with no blade... how odd..
Pardon me, eh eh eh ... by the looks of the holes left behind at the end of your handles ...it seems you have lost your blades, you dorks!
Suddenly... POW POW POW POWPOW PWOPWOPWOPWOPWOPWOPPPPPPPOW...
AHHHH.. OHHHhhh.. aaaahhHHHHHH. The pain running thru my body... the feel of warm blood starts oozing out of these spontaneous erupting lesions.. I don't get it.. what happened?.. Ohhhhh.. aaahhhh
Soooo, I got up off of the cactus, I slowly crawl to Buttercup's feet... I roll over.. I ask.. What is going on?
He looks at me funny.... "Buddy, you tried to roll over and fell off my back on to that cactus."...
Ohhh man.. what a dream I had... I don't know where I was.. was really weird. Ahhh, I still have my feather... whew.. Sooooo, I looked at the thorn holes I had on my body, and they were not that bad.
I hopped back up on Buttercup and we went riding back home.
"Buddy?", Buttercup says.
Yes my beautiful horse?
Buttercup says, "Don't let me forget to give you your wallet back...."
Huh??? WHAT????
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