The Dancer's Secret -- A Short Horse StoryWritten by Randall Holman
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move again, but this time it was much slower and seemed more meaningful. Soon others were bobbing their heads and moving to something unheard. It was music of their souls. The girl sped up her dance, leaving all of others to dance their own rhythm. Soon girl was dancing so hard to music inside of her that she suddenly stopped and began to run. Blood thumped in her temples and her gorgeous hair flowed back away from her face. Her long sleek body seemed to move with wind, and her feet with earth. The girl ran and ran, and when she got to top of her favorite hill she stopped. Her breathing came harshly, making her nostrils flare for air. She smiled and took a minute to grasp beauty around her. The smell of wild flowers hung in her nostrils, and earth cuddled her feet. In near distance she spotted a small forest and hundreds of night creatures lurking about. Quickly she turned around to look at others. Their music was still playing within their bodies. The girl was satisfied. Once again she had taught to listen not only to your mind but also to music, real music that plays inside of you.
The girl began to laugh. This was no ordinary laugh though -- it was a laugh that was a slightly haunting and scary. Her eyes sparkled and she laughed on. Once again she had gotten away with her secret. Once again she had done something all of others said she couldn't do. The girl reared up in triumph, showing off her glimmering hoofs and long mane. A long whinny rose from her throat and she galloped home.
The dancer's secret was revealed...
Randall Holman, site owner of Front Range Frenzy and horse enthusiast, is the author of this short story. You can find easy and practical basic horse care information on his website: http://www.FrontRangeFrenzy.com.
Can Your Pet Be Really So Picky?Written by Julia Imaeva
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Just as I was about to give up and thinking that maybe she doesn’t need or want anyone as a roommate, I gave it one last try. I brought home a younger male cat that was as black as she was. Despite his smaller size and obvious fear of her, he tried to look brave by showing off in a way that is typical for cats. He was trying to intimidate her by walking towards her sideways with an arched back in attempt to look bigger. She just watched his “performance” for a while but eventually just started to ignore him as if she was embarrassed for him. It wasn’t long before she accepted him and even acted as good hostess.
Their temperament and personalities are very but they still get along very well. For instance, Regina is a very balanced and quite cat, very gentle and loves to eat. Casey, on other hand can be very hyper and restless, a hooligan, to say least like all boys in general. They sleep together during days, play and beg for snacks. Sometimes Regina even tries to teach him how to open drawers and refrigerator door, but he acquired his own little hobbies now such as meowing at 7am every morning, waking everyone up in house demanding food and to be let outside.
My “racist” Regina finally met her dear friend/roommate named Casey.
Julia Imaeva is a writer for Helpful Home Ideas. Please include an active link to this site if you'd like to reprint this article.