Fanny blinked at the early morning sunlight. Another day, just like all the others…
She would go along, doing her job, making frequent starts and stops. And always always hearing the same clattering and chattering. ‘This is such a plodding bore, Fanny reflected. The weight of her servitude lay upon her, heavy as cast iron.
Fanny over-heard Harold talking with Maude as he poured his coffee. She could barely catch the conversation without being obvious, but she did distinctly heard three very important words: slaughter house and glue.
Desperation gripped her.
Fanny kicked down the rotten stall door and took off running at a pace she did not realize she still possessed.
As the green rolling pastures passed beneath her hooves, Fanny recalled an old stallion named Big Boy, a stud from days gone by. ‘Big Boy, get ready! Here I come!’
Estrus cannot be denied.
Thank you, Delores, for another set of challenging words. Please go to Under the Porch Light to find other writers who have heard the call and written some creative posts!