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!’
Thank you, Delores, for another set of challenging words.
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