Hi! Um, yeah, Beyancca here yet again. Man the commission for these stories will be mounting up! Enough of that, have I got news for you! You remember Silver said she was preggers? Well she’s had her foal, it’s a colt and as Josh said:
“It’s
tichy!” Another thing, before I go any
further with this story, I must draw your attention to a tiny detail. Some of the humans have taken to calling
Silver’s foal “Mouse!” Why? Why call a horse mouse? A mouse is a rodent, Silver’s foal isn’t one
of those! He’s a horse! I seem to remember something like that
happening when Silver first arrived in the yard, You can’t help some
humans! I know what you’ll be asking me
now.
“If you
don’t like the name Mouse, what’re you gonna call the foal?” I don’t really know, better consult Silver I
think, see what she has to say, after all it’s her foal. I walked through the barn in search of
Silver. As I did so I nearly tripped
over her foal! He was standing in the
middle of the gangway looking lost and frightened. Josh got to the tiny creature before I did. He looked down at the petrified foal. Josh said:
“you’s
tichy ain’t you.” Not the best of
endearments, but there it was all the same.
The tiny foal stared up into the eyes of the largest horse he’d ever
seen in his whole life, um, about a week I think. In a trembling whinny the foal asked:
“What do
they call you? What’s your name?” I felt Silver sidle up to me.
“’is first
encounter with a large ‘orse,” she
whispered. Josh dropped to his knees so
that he could talk to Silver’s foal at his level.
“My
name’s Josh, what’s yours?” The poor
foal looked mystified:
“I don’t really know, the humans started
calling me Mouse, but my mum says I’m a horse, not a mouse, I don’t know what
my name is.”
“you
appeared from nowhere! How did you do that?” The foal asked.
“Don’t
worry about that Tich.” I mulled her
reply over for a bit.
“Tich,
Tich, yeah sounds good,” I thought. Silver seemed to think likewise and put the
idea to her foal.
“yeah,
well it’s a lot better than Mouse anyway,” he said. Tich it was then. Tich turned to his mother and asked the
inevitable question.
“Mum,
what do the humans call you?” Silver
looked embarrassed at this.
“Midget,”
she replied shortly. Tich thought about
this for a while and seemed to come to the conclusion that Midget wasn’t a bad
name for his mother. He then noticed
something else:
“Hang on
a bit mum, wait a bit. Why do the humans
call you midget, while the horses, well, they call you Silver?” Silver explained about her pedigree name and
of her disliking for it.
“The name
Silver lady was too fancy for me, I ‘ated it and still do! B’ started calling me Silver and it
stuck,” Silver explained. Tich gave his mum an “I’m confused!” Look and asked:
“Who’s
B’?” Silver waved a booted forefoot at
me.
“That’s
‘er,” she said. Tich strode up to me,
obviously taking his courage in his hoof and asked:
“is B’
your real name? Or is it an,,,” here he looked at Silver for assistance,
“What’s
the word mum?” Tich asked.
“Abbreviation.” Silver said.
“yeah
that’s it, is B’ one of those things, whatever mum said, or is it your real
name?” he asked. I told him that my name was Beyancca, and
that B’ was the shortened version. Tich
looked up into my eyes.
“You
leader round here or something?” he
asked. I nodded:
“Yeah,
sort of,” I replied. Chantilly, who had overheard all this, spoke
up:
“What’s
this “sort of” stuff B’? You are leader,
you know it don’t you? Sometimes I
wonder. You’re not ruthless and
demanding, not like some leaders.” I
watched Silver and Tich wander off. My
first impressions of Tich were favourable.
He seemed a pleasant enough fellow, with impeccable manners, thanks to
Silver. I had not failed to notice that
Tich hadn’t picked up the lazy speech patterns of his mother, yet. I hoped he never would. Josh looked at me:
“Sweet
little scrap isn’t ‘e,” he
remarked. I nodded:
“Yeah, Tich
certainly is that. I think Silver’ll
make a good role model for him you know.”
Josh smiled:
“Even
with ‘er swearing as she does?” he
asked.
“Even with
that Josh. You can’t have everything you
know,” I replied.
“True,
that’s very true,” Josh mused. We adjourned to my box for something to eat,
and a rest.
Josh and I were contentedly munching straw when Silver
came tearing into our box, closely followed by Tich. Silver looked frightened, while Tich
obviously thought the chase was a huge game.
“Con,
Confiada, B’, Confiada found Tich and me, she threatened to kill Tich!” Silver gabbled. I slammed the door and tried to calm
Silver. Tich said:
“Wow! Mum, can, can we do that again! It was wonderful!” Of course Tich had no idea of the danger he
and his mother were in. Silver’s reply
was typical.
“No we
bloody can’t!” She panted.
“But mum,
that mare meant us no harm,” Tich
pleaded. Silver gave her foal a terrible
look and left it.
“I’ll
explain to ‘im later why Confiada’s not a playmate,” she thought.
I managed to calm Silver enough to make her coherent, then I asked her
what happened.
“Tich and
I were in the field next to the indoor school when Confiada came in. I thought she’d leave us alone, but she came
across to me and started making ‘orrid comments about Tich. “Horrid Scrap, snivelling foal, burden on the
yard,” you know the stuff. Well then she
started running round the field, occasionally running straight at Tich and me,
sometimes missing us by inches! She
scared the crap out of me B’! So when
the opportunity came to get out of there
we did! I called Tich after me
and ‘e came, luckily for ‘im. Tich
thought it was a ‘uge game, this near miss stuff, but I knew different. If ‘e’d understood what Confiada ‘ad said
about ‘im before, then I think ‘e’d
think different, but ‘e didn’t understand ‘er words. That encounter was too close for my liking,
too dam close!” I had feared this might
happen. Silver was virtually defenceless
against anyone, and with a foal she was more so. I looked at Tich. He was standing beside his mother, eyes
shining with excitement. Silver said:
“Could
you tell Tich about Confiada? It might
sound better coming from a larger ‘orse.”
So I told Tich about the most hated mare in the yard. I started with:
“listen to
me Tich. You know who I am don’t you?”
“you’re
herd leader,” he said quietly.
“yes, and
as herd leader my job is to look after you and your mother. Confiada’s not your playmate Tich. She hates you and your mother. She hates every horse in the yard also. Confiada’s not a nice mare to associate
with. She’ll hurt you and your mum if
she has the chance. Remember that Tich,
for your and your mum’s safety, remember that,”
I said forcefully. Tich was
smart, and grasped the meaning of my words, even if he didn’t quite understand
all of them. Confiada suddenly thrust
her head into my box and screamed at me!
“Warning
the snivelling scrap off me are we Beyancca!”
She shouted. Silver squealed with
terror and backed away to the rear of my box, dragging Tich with her.
“I only
spoke the truth Confiada, you know that.
You hate everything on this yard, horses, humans, doves, well we all
hate the doves. You hate Polo, Teasel,
Scrappy, muffin, everyone! Am I right?”
Of course Confiada couldn’t say “yes,”
her face said everything I wished to know.
“you’re a
danger, a grave danger to everyone on this yard Confiada.” I said quietly. Confiada looked over my box door at the two
now petrified Shetland ponies. Tich had
lost his carefree air and was now as frightened as his mother.
“You can’t
watch them all the time Beyancca, I’ll get Tich one day. I can just about tolerate Silver, but her
foal, Yuck! Horrid thing that is!” She blustered. Tich whispered to Silver:
“What’s
that mare saying about me? Whatever it
is, it’s not nice.” Silver replied:
“Just
ignore ‘er Tich darling, she’s worth nothing.”
Tich cuddled closer to his mother.
Confiada overheard this, whispered though it was, and pounced on
it! She tried to break my door in
two! I found myself fighting for the lives
of two defenceless ponies. I managed to
hold Confiada off until assistance arrived in the form of Josh. I hadn’t realised he’d gone, but obviously he
had and now he was back and beating the stuffing out of Confiada for the
umpteenth time. Josh didn’t stop until
Confiada was prone on the concrete and of no danger to anyone, horse or
human. He looked over at Silver and
Tich.
“I think
we’d better keep an eye on those two mum.
Confiada ain’t gonna stop ‘er silly games just ‘cos I bashed ‘er for the
thousandth time. I think one of us ought
to stay with them and make sure they don’t come to ‘arm. Try and get Chantilly to ‘elp. She’d be only too glad to I’m sure, you know
what a soppy thing she is,” Josh
suggested. Chantilly overheard this and
volunteered her services as a bodyguard.
“you
‘ave an experienced ‘orse ‘ere. I’m
sorry that I am experienced though, I shouldn’t ‘ave ‘ad the chance to get
experienced, but I ‘ave, so that’s it.”
Chantilly came across towards us.
She looked into my box and whistled.
“Poor
buggers,” she said.
“’ow the
‘ell did you do that?” Josh asked.
“Do
what?” Chantilly replied.
“Whistle
of course!” Josh snapped. I could tell the near miss with Confiada had
frightened him badly. Chantilly started
whistling the Star Spangled Banner, which caused ruby to lose her temper.
“Shut it
Chantilly! I loath that tune!” She roared.
“It’s a
free country, I can whistle what I like between the hours of seven in the
morning and eleven in the evening, it’s the law,” Chantilly replied. This response was not what Ruby was used to,
and it silenced her. Tich called
“Hey
Ruby.” Ruby turned towards the sound,
she said gruffly:
“Who’s
calling, I can’t see you!”
meanwhile, Tich had crept
through the gap left between the back wall of Ruby’s and my boxes and the
partition, this gap was just large enough for him to squeeze through. He stood right under Ruby’s nose, where she
couldn’t see him, and called again softly.
“hey
Ruby.” Much angered and frightened now,
Ruby lashed out furiously with her right forefoot. Silver screamed a warning to her foal!
“Tich! Watch out!” Tich leapt for his life, Ruby’s boot missed
him by inches! The foal cannoned into
the wall and collapsed on the straw, stunned by the impact. Silver was frantic!
“What the
‘ell’s going on? What’s ‘appened to my
foal!” She tried unsuccessfully to get
through the gap Tich had five minutes earlier.
Meanwhile Chantilly, Josh and I had approached the situation from the
other side. We opened Ruby’s door, and
while Josh and Chantilly pinned Ruby in one corner of her box, I pulled poor
Tich from danger. I carried the tiny
creature back to his mother. Silver
nuzzled and prodded her foal anxiously.
“’e’s not
responding! What the bloody ‘ell
‘appened B’!” She screamed. Josh, unconcerned because he’d seen
unconscious horses before, said gently:
“’e’ll be
fine Silver dear, don’t worry about Tich.”
Silver snapped:
“’ow the
bloody ‘ell do you know?” Josh replied:
“I’ve seen
it all before, both grown ‘orses and foals used to get knocked out all the time
where I used to live. It was almost a
daily occurrence.” Silver was sweating
with fear. She stared down at her
unconscious foal in horror!
“Why did
it ‘ave to be Ruby ‘e picked on?” She
asked.
“I don’t
know,” I replied. Silver rounded on me.
“I don’t
need that from you!” She bellowed.
“Sorry,” I said contritely. I heard a scraping sound, followed by
Chantilly swearing under her breath.
“Shit this
thing’s ‘eavy!” Turning, I found her
carrying a bucket full of water into my box.
I started to ask:
“What’re
you gonna,,,” when Chantilly threw the
whole lot over Tich. The shock of sudden
immersion in cold water brought Tich round.
“Who the
hell threw water over me?” he asked
groggily.
“it was
Chantilly, and don’t swear like that Tich,”
Silver replied. Tich struggled to
his feet and tottered over to a patch of deep straw. He collapsed onto it and lay there quite
motionless.
“Don’t die
Tich! Please don’t die!” Silver screamed. She threw herself at her tiny offspring,
landing beside him with a thud.
“I never
knew she could fly,” Josh thought. For silver had leapt through the air and
flown for a few seconds before crashing down onto the straw. She hugged her foal tightly. Silver began to cry:
“Tich,
Tich darling, are you all right?” She
sobbed. The foal looked at his mother.
“I hit
the wall hard mum,” was all he could say.
Tich rested his head on his mother’s shoulder and closed his eyes.
“I feel
terrible!” he wailed. Chantilly looked at Silver and her foal lying
on the straw.
“They
need protection more than any other foal and mother I’ve ever known,” she
said. She lay down beside Silver, while
Josh and I lay down around the two Shetland ponies to shield them from
attack. We stayed there for fifteen
hours, not moving an inch.
The
next day Tich and his mother were fully recovered from their ordeal, and Tich
wanted to go exploring. Silver insisted
that either Chantilly, Josh, myself or preferably all three of us accompany her
and Tich on whatever journey Tich had in mind.
We agreed and then came the crunch, where were we going to journey
to? This question provoked a lot of
discussion between all parties concerned, during which I had an idea.
“Hang about a bit, stop! I’ve got an idea. I’ve heard of this place we could go to. It’s huge this place, lots of humans live
there.” Silver held up a boot to stop me.
“This place, ‘ow far away is it?”
“Eight or nine miles, something like
that,” I replied.
“Eight or nine miles!” Silver screeched.
“yeah, but I’ve thought of that
Silver. You and Tich could travel on our
backs. You travelled on mine once, and
that wasn’t too bad was it?” Silver
thought back to our excursion to Wickham Market.
“No, it wasn’t,” she conceded.
Tich jumped at the chance to be carried on a larger horse’s back.
“Wow Mum! Just think of it hey? The view would be great from up there!” He enthused.
Silver wasn’t too taken by the idea though.
“yeah, well, the distance is what
concerns me. What ‘appens if we get into
trouble on route? We can’t use mobile
phones!”
“We ain’t gonna get into trouble Silver
dear,” Josh said gently. Silver swallowed hard. She could feel the situation getting out of
her control and she didn’t like it.
“But what about my foal! ‘e’s only small!
‘e’s only a week and an ‘alf
old! Please ‘ave a thought for ‘im will
you!” She pleaded. Tich gave his mother a “you fuss too much”
look and said:
“Look mum, we aren’t going on this journey
with Confiada, so what’s the worry?”
Silver caved in then, her foal was too strong for her. Josh suggested something else.
“Before we go into the big wide world,
let’s start with exploring the yard ay?”
Tich was in agreement, and it wouldn’t have mattered if Silver wasn’t
because he would have overruled her anyway.
As far as Tich was concerned, if Confiada wasn’t within earshot, all was
fine. So we explored the yard.
We first went in search of
Fleur. We found her sleeping peacefully
in her box. Tich whispered to Silver:
“What’s that mare’s name?” Silver told him. Tich kicked Fleur’s door with all his force
and yelled:
“Oi Fleur! Wake up!
It’s midday and you’re lazy beyond belief!” There was a groan and the sound of shifting
straw, then Fleur’s head appeared in the opening over the half door of her
box. She blinked at the light.
“Um yeah, who wants me?” she asked sleepily.
“here I am! Down here!”
Tich teased. Fleur looked down
and saw the tiny pony. She opened her
door and Tich got a full view of a large Shire cross Irish draft mare with
massive boots. Fleur looked at the now
oar-struck pony.
“you’re small aren’t you,” she observed.
“How many times will people tell me that,”
Tich replied. Fleur moved closer to the
tiny creature. The fur on silver’s back stood up on end and she warned Fleur
off with a warning stamp of her right forefoot.
Fleur said agrievedly:
“what’s up? I’m not gonna hurt the little chap!” She protested.
“you’s a bull in a china shop
Fleur. I ain’t gonna take any chances
with my foal,” Silver replied quietly.
“Can’t I just make friends with him? After waking me up like that, he owes me that
surely,” Fleur said. Silver gave in:
“Be `very, very gentle!” she commanded. Tich advanced on Fleur, who dropped to her
knees to nuzzle him.
“You’re a massive horse Fleur!” Tich observed. Fleur smiled:
“I like you,” she said gently. Tich rubbed back against Fleur’s pressure.
“you’re funny Fleur,” he replied.
Fleur got to her feet and clomped back to her box, we walked along a
little to where Muffin, our resident mule lived.
“Muffin!”
I yelled. The mule opened her
door and came out into the barn.
“Oh hi you lot!” she Brayed.
“What the hell’s that mum?” Tich asked.
“She’s a mule, and don’t swear!” Silver replied. Muffin stared at Tich in incomprehension for
a few minutes.
“your foal Silver, you’ve had your
foal?” Muffin inquired.
“yeah, didn’t you know?” Silver asked.
Muffin replied:
“Well, no I didn’t. information doesn’t get to me you know. I’m not on the same wavelength as the rest of
you. I’m disregarded by nearly every
inhabitant of the yard, excluding the humans of course. Noone takes any notice of me, no horse
does. Well not in the mainstream of
things. My only real friends are
Beyancca, well all those horses who stand before me.” These were Josh, Silver, Tich, Chantilly and
myself. Tich walked up to Muffin and
took a closer look at her.
“you’re not a horse, nor are you a
donkey, um, you’re a cross between the two!”
he said incredulously. Muffin
nuzzled the tiny foal gently.
“Will you try and understand me?” Muffin asked.
Tich said that he would. We left
Muffin, who was obviously sad to see us go, and moved on to the driving
yard. Jamie poked his head out of his
box and spotted me.
“Hiya B’ dear!” he welcomed.
I stopped dead! That was the
first time he’d called me something like that for ages!
“Hi Jamie,” was all I could say. I moved off feeling slightly stupid. Jamie nuzzled and thumped Tich with his nose
in his most endearing manner. Jamie’s
manner caused Silver some concern.
“Be careful with ‘im Jamie!” she pleaded.
Then she thought:
“I don’t know why I’m introducing ‘im to
you anyway Jamie. You’re a bloody Field
‘orse!” She knew why, the reason was
that Jamie was a friend of mine, and therefore he was worth talking to, even if
he was a Field Horse. Jamie stopped
thumping the life out of Tich’s shoulder and turned to me.
“Look, B’, I need to talk to you about a
few things,” he said ashamedly. I nodded:
“here or somewhere less public?” I asked.
“No, not here Beyancca, please not
here,” Jamie pleaded. So I excused myself and we walked away up the
track. Jamie suddenly looked very
tearful.
“B’?
Look B’ I don’t know how to say this, and you probably won’t believe me
anyway, not after the way I’ve treated you.
But, I, I love you Beyancca, I do!
When we had that bust up all that time ago I tried to convince myself
that I didn’t love you, that I didn’t need you even. But now, well, I know that I do. You can tell me to bugger off if you like,
and I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but could you, could you please accept my
apology, if nothing else. I didn’t wan’a
hurt you at all, but I should’ve known that I would.” I had tried to shrug off Jamie’s departure
from my life, but I had been devastated when he’d left, I cried for days on end
actually, although no other horse saw me.
I thought about Jamie.
“Do you still love him B’?” I asked myself. I knew the answer was yes, a big huge
yes! I sidled up to Jamie and hugged
him. He said:
“I’ll make the effort, I’ll stop fighting
the other Field Horses B’, promise.”
Jamie finally broke down utterly.
“Stay, stay with me Beyancca, please
don’t leave me!” He pleaded. I hugged and nuzzled him in what I hoped was
a reassuring manner, while Jamie wept into my fur. Soon however, Jamie’s tears dried up and we
made our way slowly back to the yard.
Jamie stuck close to me throughout the whole journey. I made no effort to stop him keeping close to
me, for I felt lost myself. Tich ran up to me the moment he set eyes on me.
“Hiya B’!” He welcomed.
I dropped to my knees and Tich nuzzled my cheek lovingly. I thought:
“He’s becoming quite fond of me I think.”
The truth was that I was growing fond of him also. Josh shook himself hard and declared that:
“It’s getting bloody late, ‘adn’t we
better be getting some sleep if we’re going out tonight?” Silver gave him a disgusted stare and stamped
off. Tich sidled up to Josh and
whispered:
“Mum doesn’t like you swearing.” Josh smiled at the tiny creature.
“She ‘asn’t got a leg to stand on,” he said.
Tich countered with:
“Last count she had four.” Josh laughed uproariously at this and thumped
Tich’s shoulder. The poor foal was nearly
knocked flying!
“Be careful Josh!” I remonstrated. He wined agrievedly:
“I never meant to ‘urt the little chap!”
“Well you might if your not careful
Josh,” I warned. We walked round the corner to where Cleo and
Carmen were eating grass in the field adjoining the indoor school. Carmen was as far away from Cleo as she could
get, while Cleo, from time to time, was attempting to make peace with her.
“Look Carmen you silly horse, I only
mean to be friendly. I live in the next
door box to you and you’re not used to me yet!
I can’t believe that!” Cleo
whimpered. Carmen gave Cleo a frightened
look and said:
“In your box you’re all right, I can cope
with you then, but out here, well you’re huge and scary! Cleo snorted with indignation.
“You call me huge? I am not huge! Look over there!” She waved a boot at josh,
“Josh’s huge! Now he’s a big horse, I’m not! All right?”
Carmen was shaking from nose to tail, she whinnied pitifully:
“I can’t cope with this!” Then she bolted! Carmen came scorching past me at a headlong
run and disappeared into the barn. Cleo
trotted up to us and told us about it all.
“Carmen’s a nervous wreck! She isn’t going to make any headway if she
keeps closeting herself up like she is. Carmen was eating grass in this very
same field when I came in after being worked silly by some stupid human who
thought I was a steam train!”
“Slow coach is more like it,” I thought, but said nothing. Cleo then said something unprintable about
the human who’d just ridden her.
“Steady on Cleo!” Josh exclaimed.
“What?
I thought you knew every word in the book!” Cleo countered.
“yeah, all right, I admit I might. But to ‘ear you use that word, well it’s not
you Cleo, it’s not!” Josh whinnied. Cleo stamped her foot in anger:
“I can use what words I bloody
like!” She bellowed. Her sentiments were expressed at such a
volume, Chantilly overheard everything and commented that:
“’ere, ‘ang on a bit! Your grammar’s almost as bad as mine! Mind you, I’m always saying that ‘orses
should speak proper, like what I do!”
Josh laughed so hard he actually fell on the concrete and thrashed about
for a bit.
“That’s the most ‘ilarious thing I’ve
‘eard in a long time!” he whooped. Cleo was still angry though.
“I won’t let humans treat me like a
steam train, I won’t!” She shouted. Meanwhile, Tich and Josh had dragged Silver
back to us. She was protesting loudly
that:
“I ain’t gonna associate with a ‘orse
that uses such bloody awful language!”
Tich aired his view that:
“Mum, you’re a hypocrite!” Silver stopped protesting then, her foal was
learning words she’d only just worked out
the meanings of. Silver glared at
Josh with naked hatred and loathing.
“I ‘ate you! I ‘ated you ever since you turned me
down! I detest your breed! Your ancestry and your family, both past and
present! I despise the way you make
friends with anybody! First you took
Beyancca in, now it’s my foal! I ‘ate,
despise, and loath you intensely!”
Silver screeched.
“Don’t think she likes me mum,” Josh concluded. Silver strode up to Josh and kicked him with
all her force! Josh never even flinched.
“Can I ‘ave a go now?” He asked.
Josh raised a huge forefoot and lashed out at Silver.
“No!”
I screamed. Josh’s hoof missed
Silver by inches! I managed to wrestle
the massive Shire horse to the concrete.
“What the hell are you playing at!” I demanded.
Josh fought madly under me.
“Let me go! Let me go!
Get off me!” he yelled. I leant harder on him and repeated my
question.
“She ‘it me so I thought I’d give ‘er as
good as I got!” Josh panted.
“But Josh, you’re stronger than her, much
stronger! You’d have killed her!” I replied shrilly. The fire in josh finally died. He lay there unheeding, as I levered myself
off of him and stood up.
“Silver came to have another go, silly
mare!
“Keep away from my,,,” was all she could
manage to say before Josh lashed out with his right forefoot and caught her a
hefty blow on her shoulder. Silver was
sent spinning through the air like a toy!
She landed in a flailing heap on the grass about fifteen feet away from
where I was standing. Josh leapt to his
feet and ran after her. He stared down
at the prostrate Shetland pony.
“Leave me alone!” Silver pleaded. Josh gave her a terrible look and turned at
the sound of someone sidling up to him.
Josh stared straight into Confiada’s eyes. She said:
“Silver’s nearly dead isn’t she. I’ve been waiting so long for this.” Confiada drew back her right forefoot to
deliver the killing blow. Tich, seeing
the danger his mother was in, ran up against Confiada as hard as he could,
trying with all his strength to overbalance her. Confiada’s momentary lapse of concentration
caused by the tiny foal was to prove almost fatal for her. In the split second afforded by Tich’s
gallant rescue attempt, Josh floored Confiada and beat her up for the thousand
and first time. The downside to this was
that Confiada landed smack on top of Tich!
To this day I don’t know how he survived it! While I dragged Silver from danger, Josh
hauled Confiada off of Tich.
The poor foal was badly
knocked about. Tich recovered slowly
from his ordeal, and when he was feeling a bit better, Josh asked him a
question.
”’ow are you feeling?”
“Squashed,” Tich replied.
Silver on the other hand was up on her feet and squealing her head off.
“What’s ‘appened to Tich! Where is ‘e!
I wan’a know where the ‘ell ‘e is!
Did Confiada squash ‘im? Is ‘e
all right?” All these questions and more
I couldn’t answer. I had dragged Silver,
against her will I must add, into some trees so she couldn’t see what was going
on with josh, Confiada and her foal.
“Josh’ll look after Tich Silver, don’t
worry about your foal,” I reassured her.
Silver whinnied desperately
“’e ‘ates ‘im! Josh, ‘e ‘ates Tich Beyancca, you know
that!”:
“No Silver, no, that’s not right. You hate Josh for irrational reasons. Josh loves Tich almost as much as you
do. He wouldn’t hurt Tich for the world,
you know that.” Silver whimpered:
“’e ‘it me!” I replied:
“you hit him first. Josh’s a lot larger than you Silver. He was only defending himself. Pick on someone your own size.” This was not meant to offend Silver, but it
did.
“’ow the bloody ‘ell can you say
that! Do you know ‘ow offensive that
is? I ‘ate people saying I’m small! All right I know I am, but that ain’t the
point!” Just then Josh and Tich
appeared, saving me from a lengthy explanation.
“’ey Silver! ‘ere’s your foal! ‘e’s good as new, though that’s more than can
be said for Confiada,” Josh
shouted. Silver fussed over Tich,
prodding, nuzzling and thumping him until he complained about it.
“Leave me alone mum! I’m fine, Josh sorted me out. Don’t you trust him?” Silver said nothing, but it was obvious she
trusted Josh as far as she could throw him.
Josh was clearly angry with Silver.
He dragged her off into the deepest part of the wood, frightening her
badly in the process, and yelled at her.
“’ave you any idea what ‘appened back
there!” He bellowed. Silver’s reply was inaudible, but Josh’s next
outburst wasn’t.
“You know Tich? Your foal?
Well ‘e risked ‘is life for you Silver.
‘e did! ‘e ran at Confiada and
distracted ‘er, giving me enough time to bash ‘er senseless. You owe ‘im a lot Silver! I’m sorry ‘e was squashed, but ‘e’s all right
now, and that ain’t any thanks to you!”
Silver ran back to me, tears streaming down her nose. Josh got to me first and suggested that I:
“Ignore ‘er, she’s only
frightened.” Tich watched his
crestfallen mother trudge back to the yard.
He turned to Josh and asked:
“Why does mum hate you Josh?” Josh told him about Silver’s proposition to
him and of his refusal.
“I can see it wouldn’t work,” Tich said.
He laughed slightly:
“Can you imagine that? It would be silly!” he said.
Silver came back, her eyes blazing!
“Converting Tich to your way of thinking
are we Josh?” she asked acidly. Then Silver grabbed hold of Tich and dragged
him squealing into the woods! Josh and I
fled after them in terror!
We arrived to find Silver
screaming at her foal.
“you listen to me Tich! If I see you even close to josh or Beyancca
ever again, I’ll, I’ll kill you!” Tich
was crying with fear and terror. He
said:
“Josh isn’t that bad, and I don’t know
why you’re bringing our leader into it anyway!
Beyancca’s not the one who refused your invitation is she! Leave her out of it, and lay off Josh! He’s not that bad, if only you took the time
to,,,” Silver hit Tich a sickening blow
across his nose with her unshod right forefoot.
Tich howled in agony! I had seen
enough.
“You do that one more time and I’ll send
you to the Field Horses Silver!” I
warned. This stopped Silver good and
proper. She turned to me and I saw real
fear in her eyes.
“you couldn’t, you wouldn’t send me to
the Field ‘orses would you Beyancca?” I
nodded.
“Be you Shetland pony or Irish Draft, or
whatever breed you may be. If you are a
member of this herd you can still be sent to the Field Horses as punishment if
you commit crimes. Freedom has its
responsibilities you know Silver.”
Silver asked:
“Who would look after Tich?” Josh nodded at me.
“Mum would, that’s ‘er job.” Silver snapped:
“I ain’t letting ‘er ‘ave Tich! If ‘e goes to anyone ‘e goes to Balugue,
she’ll look after ‘im.” I reminded her
that:
“Balugue, of a high status though she is
in her herd, is still a Field horse.”
Silver replied:
“But Balugue helped me to overcome my
fear of giving birth,,,”
“I basically ordered her to do that,” I replied.
I continued:
“Balugue is a Field horse, and was once
leader of the yard herd, improbable as it might seem now. She is intelligent and kind, but is still a
Field Horse, and is not the leader of that herd.” By now Silver was sweating with fear, I meant
her to be frightened.
“Mistreating your foal is a grave
offence Silver, whatever the circumstances might b, and it is certainly grave
if you mistreat him because he holds differing views to you,” I warned her.
Silver gave us a disgusted stare and stormed off, leaving Tich with
us. Tich looked unhappy.
“I’m sorry she’s brought you into it
Beyancca, I really am. You’re not the
one she’s angry with, Josh is, but that’s silly! Really silly!
Why be
angry at another horse for refusing to get
into a relationship that wouldn’t work anyway?
Mum’s foolish if she thinks it would work.” Josh said:
“I know why she wanted to ‘ave a
relationship with me. I was a ‘uge
powerful ‘orse who she thought would protect ‘er from danger. That’s the only reason.” Tich was furious!
“My mother was using you?” He asked crossly.
“yeah, pretty much I suppose,” Josh replied.
Tich looked distraught!
“That’s awful! How could she do that to you?” he asked.
“Quite easily,” Josh replied.
I raised my nose to the wind, scenting at it for a few minutes. There was the cent of freshly mown grass, a
bonfire somewhere not to far away and wood preservative. I hated the smell of
the wood preservative. Josh watched me doing
this scenting thing and commented.
“What the ‘ell’re you doing Mum?”
“Scenting the air, what does it look
like?” I asked. I shook myself hard and walked back to the
yard hoping Tich and Josh would follow.
They did and we arrived in the barn to find Carmen and Cleo apparently
at the end of a fight, or that’s what it looked like to us. What had actually happened was this. Cleo had walked up behind Carmen, scaring her
so much that she tried to run, tripped over her own feet, and fell. Cleo, naturally concerned, stopped to help
her. This led to Carmen screaming her
head off and begging Cleo not to come within spitting distance of her. Cleo had spent the remaining time trying to
make peace with the terrified mare. Cleo
had one last try.
“Look Carmen, I’m not gonna hurt
you! How many times do I have to tell
you that? I harbour no ill will to you
at all! Please believe me when I say
that.” Carmen gave vent to a moan of
terror.
“’ow the ‘ell’re we gonna convince ‘er
that we mean ‘er no ‘arm?” Josh asked
wearily. I sighed heavily:
“I don’t know Josh Dear, I really
don’t.” Carmen fled from the scene.
“Poor bugger,” Josh murmured. Cleo looked at him.
“Silver been giving you hell
lately?” She asked. Josh looked shocked:
“’ow did you know?” Cleo smiled:
“I hear things,” she said conspiratorially. Josh started to say:
“Yeah she ‘as, she,,,,” Cleo cut in with:
“I know Josh, I know.” Josh suddenly looked tearful.
“I never wanted to ‘urt ‘er Cleo, never!” He said shakily. Cleo nodded:
“I know that. Silver’s the one who’s being stupid over
this. She knows dam well that a relationship with you is out
of the question, so I don’t know why she persists in hassling you Josh.” I thought back to the time when Cleo was the
most hated mare in the yard. Everybody,
including me I must add, feared and hated her.
This hate and mistrust was misplaced, as we were to find out later. The horrific accident that killed her mother
had scarred Cleo’s mind deeply, and Cleo felt she could draw attention to
herself by being unpleasant to humans and horses. That’s a poor way to do it I know, Cleo knows
that now. She tried to apologise for her
behaviour, some horses had accepted it, others wouldn’t, Domino for
example. I walked round to where
Confiada was standing on the grass looking bored. She didn’t seem to notice me as I drew
closer.
“Confiada?” I asked tentatively. The mare jumped! Her gaze sharpening on my face.
“I
thought you hated my guts. That’s what
you told me earlier, but now you want to talk to me. Why is this?
I’ve heard you brand me a bitch, a cow, a danger to the yard even. So why the hell would you want to talk to me
if you hate me so much?” Confiada
asked. This stream of quite reasonable
questions caught me off guard, so much so that I couldn’t think of an
answer. The plain truth was that
Confiada looked so lonely, standing on her own as she was, that I had to talk
to her. It was my natural reaction to
that sort of situation, whether I hated the person I was talking to or
not. I asked:
“Can’t I put aside those feelings for a
bit? Let’s suppose that I hated you, and
you had just fallen in the river and were on the point of drowning. I would still try and help you, for you’re a
horse, like me, and as a horse, I would wish to help my fellow horses
regardless of my own feelings towards the individual concerned.” Confiada looked stunned!
“So you’ve got the courage to do
that? You can put your feelings aside?”
she asked incredulously.
“Yeah, pretty much,” I replied.
This nearly sent Confiada over the edge, but she managed to hold
on. She looked at me intensely,
obviously desperate to hear more. I
said:
“Confiada, I hate what you do, not who
you are. You can be as aloof and
stand-offish as you like, I don’t mind that.
What I cannot stand is the way you victimise other horses for no reason,
at least no reason I can see.”” Confiada
was now staring at me, her mouth gaping!
“Why do you pick fights with other horses
Confiada? Has it ever crossed your mind
that some of the horses you attack have no means to defend themselves? Take Silver and Tich for example. You scared the fur off Silver when you ran at
her and her foal! Turn it round, if you
had a foal, how would you feel if a larger horse threatened you and your
foal?” Confiada thought about this for a
while and replied:
“I’d get up and fight them, Thump! Thump!
Thump! Finished! The horse wouldn’t stand a chance!” I asked:
“But what if Josh turned on you and your
foal? He can beat you up, he’s done it
many times already. He could quite
easily finish off you and your foal without difficulty Confiada. Have you thought of that?” She clearly hadn’t.
“I’d probably be scared out of my
skin,” she replied.
“So why do you persist in frightening
and bullying horses?” I asked.
“How the hell should I know
Beyancca!” Confiada shouted. She turned tail, and fled as fast as she
could towards the lane leading out of the yard.
The last I saw of Confiada was flying hooves and an equally airborne
tail. The sound of her hooves receded
into the distance. When I was sure she
wasn’t coming back to finish our little discussion, I turned back to Cleo and
josh. Cleo said sadly:
“you tried your best B’.”
“Yeah mum, you ‘ad a bloody good
go,” Josh agreed. I shook myself hard and stared down at my
boots. Rousing myself, I looked at the
stable clock.
“Quarter to four,” it said. I reflected that the day had dragged
interminably.
Silver appeared then. She was clearly annoyed to see her foal with
us.
“Come on Tich, you’re coming with
me,” she snapped. Tich protested loudly
against this, but Silver was
unrelenting.
“Come on!” She barked.
As he left, Tich turned his head over his shoulder and said:
“See ya!
Mum’s taking me away from my friends, boring bugger isn’t she!” Silver was so shocked by her foal’s use of,
as she put it, “Chantilly like” language, that she stopped dead, whipped round
and nipped Tich’s right ear. The poor
foal squealed with shock and pain and fled from his mother as fast as he
could! Tich disappeared into the
restaurant. Silver turned round and
retraced her steps. She rounded savagely
on Josh.
“It’s you isn’t it! You’ve taught ‘im all them awful words! You’re a stupid, brainless ‘orse! I ‘ate you, I bloody ‘ate you Josh! You’ve corrupted Beyancca, and now you’ve
corrupted Tich! Noone’s safe from your
disease! You’s an ‘orrable ‘orse who
doesn’t care a bit for your actions! All
you want is to take Beyancca, and the rest of us for that matter, for all we’re
worth! You came into this yard purely by
chance, and you screwed the whole dam place up!
You’ve messed up our yard Josh! I
don’t see what Beyancca sees in you, I really don’t!” Silver yelled. Before then, I held the view that Silver’s
chances of reducing josh to tears would have been about the same as of Confiada
actually winning a fight with him. But
no, Silver’s vitriolic outburst had broken Josh. He could take insults, yes they were no
problem, but when Silver’d insulted me, and decried his reasons for living in
the yard, well that was too much. Tears
rolled down Josh’s nose as Silver watched.
“I
‘ope your satisfied with what you’ve done to our ‘ome,” she said acidly. Then Silver turned tail and followed her foal
into the restaurant. As she left, she
said under her breath:
“Better go and talk to Tich. Try and get ‘im out of ‘is current state of
mind. When I’ve finished with ‘im ‘e’ll
‘ate Josh utterly. I’m gonna make sure
of that!” The restaurant door banged
behind her, and after that, apart from Josh’s sobs, all was silent. I sidled up to him and hugged him tightly.
“hey Josh, don’t cry dear, she didn’t
mean it love,” I said softly. Josh sniffed and replied:
“Yeah she did. She’s said it often enough for me to know she
means it. Silver ‘ates me mum! I can’t see why. I ‘aven’t done anything to ‘urt ‘er! So why does she treat me like this? ‘er foal also, Tich, ‘e’s a nice chap n’all,
but she’s conditioning ‘im to see ‘er point of view mum! ‘e won’t be able to ‘ave ‘is own point of view,
because Silver won’t let ‘im, well, where I’m concerned she won’t.” I replied:
“I’ll talk to her Josh.” Just then Tich came tearing out of the
restaurant, closely followed by his mother!
Tich came scorching down the
ramp, skidding on the gravel of the carpark as he turned, and fled across the
fields with Silver in hot pursuit! I
could see it wasn’t a friendly chase, Silver was bent on catching Tich, and I
could see it wasn’t gonna be pleasant when she eventually did. Silver didn’t get as far as the fields mind
you. As she tried to turn sharply to
follow her foal, Silver’s right hind foot slipped in the gravel and unbalanced
her. The Miniature Shetland pony crashed
onto the stones! Silver lay motionless
on the gravel while Josh and I stared at her in shock.
Silver levered herself
gently to her feet. The language she
used was so awful I can’t print it. I
saw that her nose was grazed and chafed in several different places. The poor pony looked at us.
“Where the ‘ell’s Tich? Where is ‘e!
I wan’a know where ‘e is!” She
yelled.
“I don’t know Silver. he disappeared across the fields a few
minutes ago,” I replied. Silver seemed
then to remember what had gone before.
She stared at Josh with loathing.
“I blame you for this! If you ‘adn’t been ‘ere none of this would
‘ave ‘appened! You’s a parasite!” Silver screamed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tich
returning. He stood beside Josh for a
few seconds before turning and flashing the sole of his right hind foot at his mother. Silver squealed with rage and attacked
him! Her boot smashed into his right
foreleg, sending Tich sprawling! Once he
was down Silver left him. Poor Tich, I
know he shouldn’t have sworn at his mother, but feelings run high sometimes. Silver stood over her prostrate foal, her fur
bristling and eyes blazing! Silver addressed
herself to Tich, quietly at first, but with increasing ferocity and volume as
her anger was stoked.
“You listen to me Tich, and you make
sure you listen good. I never want you
to swear at me like that again, never!
You do that again, I’ll, I’ll kill you!
I’ll kill you I tell you! I know
you feel strongly about Josh and Beyancca, but that ain’t any reason to swear
at your own mother! I ‘ate people who
swear!” Josh asked:
“If you ‘ate swearing, then why is every
fourth word you use a four letter one?”
Silver lost her cool again and tried, unsuccessfully I must add, to
attack Josh. Josh took Silver’s kicks
and frothy insults with great calm. Of
course, in her anger Silver had forgotten the rule Josh obeyed to the letter.
“If an ‘orse ‘its me, then I ‘ave a right
to ‘it ‘im or ‘er back.” So it was. Poor Silver battered josh until she was
exhausted and then collapsed onto the gravel.
Josh on the other hand was fresh, couldn’t be better in fact, and he was
ready! He drew back his right forefoot
to carry out what he felt was his duty, and stopped. He dropped to his knees and spoke directly
into Silver’s ear.
“Silver?
Can you hear me Silver? Or should
that be Midget?” Silver squealed in
reply:
“Don’t call me that! I ‘ate that name!” josh smiled grimly and said:
“Well Silver, as you are such a midget,
I think I’ll spare you this time. You
know my rule Silver? I’ll tell you what it is, and mind you don’t
forget it. If an ‘orse ‘its me, I ‘ave a
right to ‘it ‘im or ‘er back. Got it
Silver?” Josh asked. Silver mumbled some sort of reply which I
didn’t catch, but josh seemed satisfied and left her. Silver scrambled to her feet and stared at
the huge Shire horse.
“you’re probably wondering why I’ve been
doing this, well I’ll tell you. I fear
you Josh, I worry myself silly that when my back was turned you would attack
and ‘urt my foal. You’re ‘uge! I’m only small, and so’s Tich. We can’t defend ourselves Josh! We can’t!
I don’t wan’a make an enemy of you Josh, course I bloody don’t! But you’re ‘uge, and scary, and you’ve got
large ‘ooves, and you’re tough, bullish sometimes even! I’m only trying to defend myself and
Tich.” Throughout Silver’s speech Josh
had listened intently with a deepening sadness inside. He’d never wanted to hurt Silver or
Tich. He’d loved them as much as he had
me. Josh’s overriding urge was to
protect the two tiny creatures, that’s all he wanted. Josh replied:
“for my part, I never wanted to ‘urt you
or your foal Silver. I know I’m ‘uge, I
can’t ‘elp that. But there’s something I
never was, I ain’t now, and I certainly won’t be in the future, and that’s a
fighter. I can’t fight ‘orses! All right I can beat up Confiada fine as you
like, but she don’t really mean what she does.
I’ve seen B’ go up to Confiada and reduce ‘er to tears, just by talking
sweet to ‘er. I ain’t a fighter Silver,
nor am I a murderer. Watch my lips, I
would never! Ever! Dream of laying an ‘oof on Tich. I love ‘im as much as you do Silver. Please, for all of us, let Tich ‘ave is own
views on me and my mum. Don’t try to
influence ‘im one way or the other.
‘e’ll make up ‘is own mind. In
cases of danger, then yes by all means guide ‘im, but don’t attempt to restrict
‘im. I know why you do it silver. you don’t want any ‘arm to come to your foal,
and that’s natural. But ‘e’s got to find
‘is own way n’all. If ‘e doesn’t, or you
don’t allow ‘im to, then where will ‘e be?
Down the chute that’s where!”
Silver looked stunned!
“There was so much there Josh, I
couldn’t take it all in,” she
conceded. Josh sighed:
“I ain’t gonna ‘urt you or Tich today,
tomorrow or any time!” He stamped his
foot to emphasise the point. Silver
looked at
Tich who was still lying on the gravel where she’d left him ten minutes
before. The poor thing looked up at her
with a mixture of resignation and fear.
“Are you gonna clout me for my views
mum?” Tich asked. Silver’s eyes filled with tears.
“I’m really sorry Tich! It sounds crappy I know, after what I’ve
done, but it’s true! Per’aps I was
overprotective of you. Per’aps I was
protecting you against the wrong ‘orses.
I don’t know, I’m only young, I know ‘ardly anything!” Tich pulled away from his mother as she tried
to embrace him.
“No mum, don’t. Leave me alone! After what you’ve done I don’t know what I
think of you. I’ve been abused for my
views, you call that being overprotective, I’ve been shouted at and bitten for
liking a horse you hated, I don’t know what to think. Is it a mother’s Job to produce a clone of
herself? I think not. I thought a mother’s job was to guide her foal
to making his or her own decisions, while letting the foal’s character
develop.” This speech was obviously not his
own. I wondered if another horse had
helped him write it. Maybe he’d
expressed his views to Balugue or Jinja, and they’d helped him to formulate
them into a cohesive argument. If he’d
felt it necessary to have done that, Tich must have been near breaking
point. Silver, surprised and scared by
her foal’s eloquence, fled into the restaurant.
Tich watched her go.
“The humans won’t tolerate her in there
for much longer,” he mused. Sure enough, the Manageress came out of the
restaurant, dragging a protesting Shetland pony with her.
“you’re meant to be out here,” she said firmly.
“All I wanted was a drink, I was
thirsty!” Silver protested. Tich collapsed with laughter as he watched
his mum being hustled out of the restaurant.
“What did I tell you? They’re not stupid them human’s aren’t!” He whooped.
Silver saw her foal’s mirth at her misfortune and came sprinting across
to him.
“Would you deny an ‘orse a drink? Would you Tich?” She asked.
“Well no I wouldn’t, but there’re
waterbuckets, troughs and suchlike for us “’orses,” as you so beautifully put
it mum.” Silver knew what Tich was doing
and it didn’t please her.
“Are you taking the p?” Silver asked ominously. Tich replied:
“What?
Making fun of you mum? Would I
dream of doing that? I think not!” Josh and I knew he was, Silver did also, but
Tich’s reply was so unexpected that she let it go for lack of anything to
answer it with. Silver walked off round
the corner and into the barn. I heard
the clop of a horses hooves coming down the lane into the yard.
“Unshod horse as well,” I thought disjointedly. Confiada came trotting back into the yard and
wheeled round to head off towards the top field. I ran to catch her, and when I drew level
with her I asked:
“So where’ve you been?” Confiada glanced at me for a second, but said
nothing. Then she sighed heavily and
said:
“Out, thinking hard about life. I know I’m a wimp, I know I hate being
groomed, shod, petted, everything! But I
do want to be loved, and to love others, but I can’t. I wish I’d been treated better when I was a
foal, perhaps then, perhaps then everything would’ve been so different. I don’t want to be an outcast Beyancca, I
really don’t! I want to be able to run
with the rest of the herd and be accepted by them. But my first home butchered my chances of a
peaceful existence with humans, and horses for that matter. I suppose I can’t rewrite ten years of my
life, but I’d give anything, anything!
To do so now.” This speech was
from the heart, I knew Confiada meant every word of it, and I felt sorry for
her. Confiada brightened a little.
“You know what Beyancca? I tried to make a difference to myself
today. I let a human stroke my nose and
hug me for five minutes or so,” she said
quietly.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.
Confiada’s ears drooped as she thought hard about her experiences.
“yeah, think I did,” she replied.
The sun was setting now and
the shadows were growing long. The day
had lasted a lifetime and I for one was shattered! Confiada and I trailed back to the yard, she
bent on making amends for her mistakes, and me bent on finding my bed! I stumbled into my box, collapsed on the
straw and dropped off. I didn’t even
wake when Josh came crashing in at midnight, after having a riotous time with
Chantilly, Valencia, Cleo, and Jingle in the clearing by the river. Ruby told me that Josh came in singing his
head off, but I didn’t notice a thing.
The next morning was clear and
bright. I was woken by Tich banging on
my door and yelling:
“Get up!
Come on Beyancca, the day’s half done!
Get up there, come on!” Groaning,
I struggled to my feet and opened my door slowly.
“Hello Tich,” I said sleepily. The foal was too full of energy for me, so I
sent him away to plague some other poor sleepy horse. Tich wouldn’t go however.
“I’m not gonna be sent away just like
that Beyancca, make me go, come on you lazy thing!” Tich coaxed.
I wasn’t in the mood for playing games, too dam tired for that. Giving vent to a sound which was half:
“Go away I’m sleeping,” and something else
which I can’t remember, I closed my door and settled down in the straw once
more. Tich thumped my door and yelled:
“Beyancca’s a lazy horse! Everybody!
B’s lazy! She’s even more lazy
than Fleur, and that’s saying something!”
Being compared to Fleur was not very nice. I burst out of my box, scaring Tich into
silence. He looked at me with a mixture
of sorrow and fear.
“Look, B’, I’m really sorry, I am! I never meant to offend you, honest I
didn’t!” he whinnied. I smiled down at the tiny creature.
“Tich, please listen to me dear. You haven’t offended me in the
slightest. Foals will do what you did, I
know that. It’s natural to play up the
grown horses, as long as you don’t do it too much mind you. Here, Wan’a try something?” I asked.
With that I sank to my knees and said:
“Go on Tich, get on my back.” The foal, obviously excited by the prospect
of being lifted up to undreamed of heights, asked:
“What’s this for?”
“Our journey, don’t you remember?” I asked.
Tich thought for a while.
“Yeah, sorry. You see, so much has happened since we
thought about it, that I’d forgotten.”
He looked at the leap he’d have to attempt to make it onto my back.
“Um, B’, I can’t get up there, I’m too
short, and I can’t jump that high!” I
lay down fully, resting on my chest.
“Try that,” I suggested. Tich made a huge leap and landed smack in the
middle of my back.
“Now scramble up towards my mane, gently
now, that’s better. Now take hold of my
mane with your teeth, and hold on with your hooves as best you can Tich, I
don’t want you falling off! Your mum
would never forgive me!” I said. Tich did as I asked and was soon lying on my
back, with as much of my mane as he could get in his mouth.
“All right B’, lift me up now,” he mumbled.
As I got slowly to my feet, Tich let go of my mane and squealed:
“yeehaa!
I’m going up in the world!”
“Not for very much longer if you don’t
hold on Tich!” I warned him. I felt him take a smaller chunk of my mane in
his teeth than he had before.
When I was satisfied that
Tich was safe, I moved off slowly. Tich
pressed himself into my fur as I got more confident that he wouldn’t fall off,
and subsequently moved slightly quicker.
As we passed the restaurant we met with Silver. She asked me:
“Where’s Tich? I ‘aven’t seen ‘im in ages.” I glanced over my shoulder to where the tiny
foal was lying on my back. Silver took a
few paces backwards, craned her neck upwards as far as she could, and still
couldn’t see her foal. Where is ‘e? I can’t see ‘im.” I gestured towards my back.
“Tich is there, on my back,” I said conversationally. Silver nearly had a fit!
“You what! ‘e’s up there? That ‘igh?”
she screeched.
“Yeah, but ‘e’s perfectly safe,” I replied.
Silver snapped:
“I’ll be the judge of that, and don’t drop
your H’s!”
“Sorry,”
I said contritely.
“I should think so! Just because I do it don’t mean you ‘ave to
also.” I replied:
“It was meant to be a joke, have you heard of those?” Tich thought this hilarious.
“Well said B’!” he yelled.
Silver was unimpressed.
“You’s a fine one to talk. You’s the one who entices my foal to get on
your back, just to scare the crap out of me.”
“No Silver, that’s not the reason for it
dear. You remember we discussed going on
a journey to somewhere?” Silver
remembered it all right.
“Yeah, I do. But what’s that got to do with Tich ‘aving a
ride on your back?” I sighed with
exasperation.
“Silver, do you remember I suggested that
you and Tich hitch a ride on mine and Josh’s backs? You wouldn’t make the journey on foot, you’d
be exhausted before we’d got half way.”
Silver considered this for a bit and replied:
“Yeah, see what you mean, but Tich ain’t
travelling on Josh’s back! ‘e travels
with you, or ‘e don’t go, and if ‘e don’t go, I won’t neither,” she said firmly.
“Why can’t Josh carry Tich? He’s perfectly safe you know,” I said.
Silver screwed up her face with disgust:
“I ain’t ‘aving Tich travel on Josh’s
back and that’s final!” She bellowed.
“Well, I see no trouble with that Silver. You see, Josh holds no ill will towards
you. It’s you who holds the grudge, and
it’s a stupid one at that,” I said. Silver suddenly looked very unhappy.
“Can you set Tich down on the
ground? I need to talk with ‘im,” she said faintly. I did so, and both mother and foal
disappeared into their temporary home, Fleur’s old box to be precise. Fleur had been moved to the next door one a
few weeks previously, but she hadn’t complained, when she realised who’d be
renting her home.
Silver collapsed onto the
straw and beckoned Tich to do the same.
Once they were lying together, Silver looked over at Tich and said:
“Do you love me Tich?” This question startled the tiny foal:
“What a stupid question that is! Yes of course I do mum, why would you ask
something like that?” Silver looked
close to tears.
“I’ve been a total bitch to you
Tich. I ‘aven’t let you find your own
way, I know I should’ve, but I didn’t.
I’m bloody sorry Tich! I’m gonna
try ‘arder from now on to let you find your own way, But if you are at all
uncertain about anything at all, you come to me and ask me. I’m not leaving you Tich, don’t think that
for one minute, I’m just letting you find out for yourself. Of course, if you are in danger from what
you’ve found out, then I’ll warn you off, but apart from that I’m letting you
go and find out what the yard’s like.
I’ve been stupid about this, really I ‘ave.” Tich stared at his mother in Shock!
“Look, mum, please listen to me. My revolt over your overprotectivness towards
me doesn’t mean I want you to leave me totally, I don’t want that! I don’t!
Please don’t leave me mum!” Tich
begged. Poor Silver, seeing the state
her foal was in, tried to comfort him.
“Don’t be silly Tich, I ain’t gonna leave
you love! Never! Whatever made you think I would?” Tich was crying now.
“I don’t know mum,” he sobbed.
Silver hugged the tiny creature to her.
“I will try ‘arder Tich, promise,” she said softly. Silver added:
“Now dry your eyes dear, don’t cry,
there’s a good chap.” She gently brushed
the tears away from Tich’s eyes with her muzzle. Tich worked closer to his mother and rested
his head on her shoulder.
Josh found them like that
five minutes later. He stuck his head in
at their door and found Tich and Silver lying in the straw.
“’ere they are! I’ve found Silver and Tich! Proper sweet they look n’all!” he yelled.
This unwanted row woke Silver and brought her bursting out of the box.
“Shut it Josh!” She snapped.
Josh, realising what he’d done, fled from the scene as fast as he
could. Silver stamped back into the box
and slammed the door hard! Her banging
about woke Tich. Yawning, he said:
“Hi mum, what’s the time?” Silver looked at her foal in astonishment!
“You expect me to be able to tell the
time?” She asked.
“Well yeah, I can, and I’m only three
weeks old,” Tich replied. Silver had to confess to her foal that she
couldn’t tell the time.
“You what? That’s awful!” Tich exclaimed.
“I know, but my mum never taught me. Where the ‘ell did you learn anyway?” Tich thought about it.
“Um, Chantilly taught me I think. Yes, that’s right, she did,” he replied.
Silver stretched and yawned:
“What’s this about a journey Tich?” She asked sleepily. Tich explained about the journey, or what he
could remember of it at least.
“So we’ve still got’a decide where we’re
gonna go?” His mother asked.
“yeah mum, that’s about the size of it,” Tich replied.
Silver said:
“B’ said something about a ‘uge place
with lots of ‘umans in it, where can that be?”
Tich suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
“Hang on a minute mum, I heard the
Manageress say something about a large place called Ipswich, where’s that?”
“’ere yeah! That’s right Tich! Ipswich of course! That must ‘ave been where B’ was referring to! Yeah, it is large, and a lot of ‘umans do
live there, although b’ says it’s more of a “club and pub town” whatever one of
those is.” The foal asked:
“Is it a place where horses go? Do humans like horses in their towns? I use the word because I’ve heard you use it,
but mum, what is a town?” Silver smiled
at Tich:
“A town is like a ‘uge stableyard for
‘umans. They build them and live in
them. Some of them are even larger than
Ipswich. The ‘umans call their large
towns cities.” Tich was fascinated by
this.
“All right, I’ve got it now. But who looks after the humans? They look after us, I know that, but who
looks after them?” Silver laughed
slightly:
“Noone Tich love, noone. The ‘umans look after themselves.” Tich was mystified.
“But how?
They can’t! Can they?”
“Why yes Tich dear, they can, and they
do. Whether they do it well is another
matter, but they do,” his mother
replied. Tich jumped to his feet and ran
out into the barn. He cannoned into
Confiada who was not very impressed by his conduct.
“Get out of my way scrap!” she ordered.
Seeing who he’d crashed into, Tich fled in terror. Confiada, angry and hurt from a run in with
Coquin, the resident stallion, was not in the mood for foals, least of all
Tich. She stamped off in a raging fury! Tich rejoined his mother and they both went
in search of me.
They found me in the top
field eating grass. Tich came scampering
up to me and skidded to a halt beside me.
“Mum’s worked out that the place you
were referring to about the journey was Ipswich, is that right Beyancca?” He panted.
“Yes Tich, that’s right,” I confirmed.
Tich asked:
“When can we go there? It sounds a great place!” I smiled at the tiny creature’s eagerness.
“How about tomorrow?” I suggested.
Silver looked worried.
“Tomorrow’s Saturday B’. Saturday in Wickham Market’s ‘ell! So Ipswich will be doubly ‘ell won’t it?”
“Yeah, that’s half the fun,” I replied.
Silver grimaced:
“No it ain’t! I ‘ate crowded places! I’m short, and crowds make me feel even
shorter! I know ‘orses can be tall, but
‘umans are ‘uge! Some of them grow to be
nine feet tall I’ve ‘eard!” I laughed,
despite my attempts not to.
“No no Silver, that isn’t right. Humans grow to six feet tall sometimes, seven
in extreme cases, but never nine dear.”
I replied. Silver was uncertain.
“Are you sure? Promise me that?” She asked.
“yeah, promise,” I replied.
Silver looked up at the sky.
“Nice day today,” she mused.
“Mmm yeah, is isn’t it.” Josh agreed.
Tich asked:
“Mum, who was Rosie?” The question startled Silver and sent me into
a cold sweat.
“If Silver suggests he ask Jinja, and he
does ask him, well Jinja’ll go mad!” I
thought franticly.
“Rosie?
I knew her,” I said quickly, hoping
Tich would ask me about her and spare Jinja the torment of talking about his
wife, which he dislike doing, as talking about her upset him too much. Tich asked:
“Who was Rosie? What was she in the yard? Was she well known?” I asked:
“Where did you hear about her?” Tich thought about my question for a bit.
“An old horse was talking to another
about a mare named Rosie. He seemed to
know her well,” he replied.
“Tich overheard Jinja talking about
her,” I thought. What I said a few sentences back isn’t quite
true. It is that if Jinja talks about
Rosie on his own terms, he’s fine. But
if another horse, a foal for example, asks him about her, well then he’ll go to
pieces. I heard someone shouting to me
from across the field. Turning round I
saw Brydy being loaded into a lorry!
I sprinted across to the
fence and leapt it! Josh and Silver did
likewise. Until then I’d never seen
Silver jump that high, but she did. We
landed on the other side just as the ramp was pulled up.
“Brydy, where the hell’re you
going?” I shouted. Brydy kicked at the ramp.
“I’m being taken away from here. It’s very short notice and I’m sorry for not
saying farewell, but I’ve got to go.
Sorry Beyancca, I really am! I
only knew five minutes ago, the grape vine failed us this time! I’ve been sold as a companion horse!” The lorry was driving away, Brydy shouted:
“There’s another mare in my place! Her name’s Taliscar, she’s a nut! Totally barmy! Can’t talk any more! See ya! And sorry again!” Then she was gone, for ever I found out
later.
Brydy’s sudden departure
saddened me greatly. She’d been a great
friend to me, sometimes my only friend, and now she was no longer in the yard,
sold to another human because that human had a field which was dust free.
“Better for Brydy,” I thought.
I wondered what this mare named Taliscar was like. Was she totally barmy as Brydy had said? I didn’t know then, but I know now.
Josh, Silver and I returned
to the field, and a very confused foal.
“Who was that? And why are you all looking hacked off?” We told him.
Me in resigned terms. I knew
Brydy’d never come back. Silver in less
guarded tones, she swore a bit, and Josh, well, he let fly with everything he
had! He made it quite plain what he
thought of Taliscar, for he’d met her, or so he said.
“She’s barmy! I can’t abide ‘er! She’s a step down from Carmen! She’s a cow!”
Suddenly josh received a hard shove in the shoulder, actually spinning
him round! Chantilly stood there, her
fur bristling with anger!
“What did I ‘ear you say about
Taliscar? I thought I ‘eard you call ‘er
a cow? She isn’t! ‘ow would you like to be branded a brute by
every ‘orse in the place when you’d only been in the yard for two weeks and no
‘orse knew you? ‘cos that’s what you’re
doing with ‘er, you’ve branded ‘er a cow before you’ve even took the time to
get to know ‘er you sod!” Chantilly
butted Josh hard in his shoulder, making him stagger backwards!
“Get out of my bloody sight!” She screamed.
Josh fled!
“Ignore ‘im Tich, ‘e’s being unreasonable,” Chantilly said crossly. Tich looked into Chantilly’s eyes, well he
tried to.
“You been mistreated at your former
home?” He asked. The shock on Chantilly’s face was pitiful.
“Yeah, bloody awful it was, but ‘ow the
‘ell did you know? You ‘aven’t told ‘im
something you shouldn’t ‘ave, ‘ave you Silver?
B’?” Chantilly asked
incredulously. Both Silver and I denied
having told Tich anything, for we hadn’t.
Tich’d just worked it out for himself.
“I can feel it Chantilly, I knew you’d had
a hard life the moment you spun Josh round to have a go at him,” Tich confessed. Chantilly dropped to her knees and nuzzled
the tiny creature.
“Would you come to Ipswich with us
Chantilly?” Tich asked.
“Yeah, all right, if you like,” she replied.
I raised my nose to the wind, the smell of wood preservative had almost
trebled in strength! Chantilly saw my
discomfort and said:
“You ‘ate the wood preservative? I ‘ate that also so you’re not alone, bloody
awful stuff that is.” Silver looked at
the stable clock, which could just be seen through the trees.
“I wish my mother ‘ad taught me ‘ow to
tell the time,” she said to
herself. Chantilly asked:
“Instead of ‘inting that you’d like to
know what the time is, why don’t you bloody ask?” Silver laughed nervously:
“What’s the time?” She asked.
“Quarter to two in the afternoon
Silver,” Chantilly replied. The subject of where we were journeying to
had flown out of our minds, so I brought it back, kicking and screaming with
protest though it was.
“So where’re we gonna go?” I asked.
“Ipswich of course, I thought we’d
already sorted that,” Tich replied.
“YEAH, I know Ipswich, but where in
Ipswich? It’s a large place with lots of
everything in it,” I said. Tich asked:
“Beyancca, what’s a club and pub
town?” I explained that a club and pub
town was one where the available space for building was ninety five percent
under night clubs and pubs. Although my
actual explanation to Tich was longer than that as he didn’t understand
planning regulations.
“These pubs and clubs, what do humans do
in them?” the foal asked.
“Get Pissed in the first, damage their
hearing in the second and take drugs in both,”
Silver replied. This reply wasn’t
what I, or Chantilly for that matter, would have given ourselves, or expected
from Silver, but she had given it, and now the misconceptions on both her, and
her foal’s parts would have to be cleared up.
Chantilly had a go.
“I’m afraid Silver’s wrong, well in part
anyway. There is a drug culture in
clubs, some of them at least, but never in pubs. Yeah, they get drunk in pubs, so that is
taking drugs in a way. But they don’t
take the drugs that Silver’s on about in pubs.”
Tich looked confused:
“Chantilly, is getting drunk the same as
getting pissed?” Chantilly snorted:
“Yeah it is, and I wish you ‘adn’t used
that word Silver!” Silver looked
downcast. I heard a horse limping
towards us. Looking round I saw Confiada
coming towards us. The poor mare looked
in a bad way.
“You all right Confiada?” I asked.
Confiada turned her head at the sound of my voice, her face was full of
pain.
“No, no I’m not. You know I busted my leg when I fell in the
yard ages ago? Well that’s become
infected, and it’s giving me hell! It’s
a disgusting sight, the wound I mean.
Having it hosed and then dressed was awful! I went to hell and back in five minutes
flat! All right, all credit to the
humans, they did their best to soothe me, but carrots couldn’t get rid of the
pain. All right, they did for a few
seconds, but then I was conscious of the pain again and then, well then it was
worse! You know what? I have to go through that every dam day from
yesterday to I don’t know when!”
Confiada limped across to me and rested her head on my shoulder. The poor mare was shaking.
“Beyancca, I can’t cope with this for much
longer,” she sobbed. I tried nuzzling her cheek. Confiada’s usual reaction to this sort of
attention was to kick and snap at the horse who was kind enough to give her
it. But now, now was different, so much
different from those other times.
Confiada, for the first time in her life, was truly vulnerable. She was an injured horse herself now, at the
mercy of others more fit and mobile than herself, and she was scared, really
frightened! Confiada saw for the first
time, all the hurt and anger she’d caused during her years of abusing other
horses, about to come back at her and slap her hard in the face. She was trying a damage limitation strategy
if you like. Josh had returned, I knew
he had when he lost his cool.
“’ow the ‘ell can you do that mum! You’s ‘ugging that bitch! You’s ‘ugging our worst enemy! By doing that you’s like ‘er through and
through! Why would you ‘ug ‘er when she’s
done you and your ‘erd so much damage?”
I explained my views that a horse is a horse, and that comes first, despite
what their character might be like.
“You ain’t a field ‘orse ‘ater then
mum?” Josh asked.
“Well, no I’m not. I was in a relationship with one Josh, still
am in fact,” I told him. Josh nearly went crazy!
“you’s in a relationship with a Field
‘orse? ‘ow can you be loving a field
‘orse? I ‘ate them, I’m a yard ‘orse,
you’s also a yard ‘orse, so you should ‘ate Field ‘orses also, but you don’t,
‘ow can this be?” I said deliberately:
“‘cos you’s a breedist and I’m not.” Josh nearly kicked me!
“Were you taking the piss out of
me? I ain’t a bloody breedist!” he screeched.
No no Josh, I wasn’t taking the P. Why should I do that? Another thing, you are a breedist if you hold
those views,” I replied. Josh stormed off screaming something about:
“You can count me out of the trip to
Ipswich!”
“Teenagers, who’d ‘ave them?” Silver asked wearily.
“And then there were four,” Tich remarked. I said:
“No Tich, Josh’ll come along with
us. I’ll talk with him and make him see
sense.” Silver sighed:
“’e’s a breedist then,” she said sadly.
“No Silver, but that’s what it looks like
at the moment. I’ll talk with him, he
hates Confiada that’s all.” During all
this carry on, Confiada had been resting her weight on my shoulder, taking the
strain off her injured leg in the process.
I hadn’t minded up until then, but I was beginning to feel the elder
mare’s weight.
“Confiada, could you, could you possibly
stand upright for a bit? My shoulder’s
becoming stiff,” I said. Confiada complained:
“But my leg hurts!” I replied:
“I know Confiada, I know dear.” Confiada exploded:
“What crap you talk! You haven’t got a bloody clue what I’m going through
Beyancca, you haven’t I tell you!”
“Ah well, if that was true, then it
would be true that I haven’t got any idea what it’s like, but I have. I’ve been injured too you know, by you I
think,” I said quietly. Confiada’s groan of misery was strangely
satisfying.
What’s the time now?” Silver asked.
Chantilly shook herself and looked at the stable clock.
“Quarter to five Silver,” she replied.
I stretched languidly.
“I’d better get back to the yard, I
think I’ve got work to do, worst luck!”
Tich said:
“Let them come and get you
Beyancca. I don’t know why you insist on
going for work, none of the others do.”
Chantilly laughed:
“That’s the attitude!” She whooped.
Yawning expansively I lay down and stretched out on the grass, The day was three quarters done and I was
shattered. Having had one run in with
Josh and consoling a tearful and much distressed mare, I was beaten! I know that doesn’t sound much, but it takes
it out of you.
“I’ll have five minutes that’s
all,” I thought. I drifted off. The next thing I knew was Chantilly bashing
the life out of my nose with hers!
“Oi Beyancca! Wake up you lazy ‘orse!” She yelled.
“Ay?
What?” I asked blearily.
“You’ve been asleep for hours! The Manageress ‘as been wondering where
you’ve got to for the last two!”
Chantilly replied. I struggled to
my feet, yawning all the time.
“Yeah, thanks Chantilly,” I said dreamily. Stumbling and weaving my way
across the field I got to thinking about my work. Was I enjoying it as much as I used to? I didn’t know.
On reaching the yard I found
the Manageress standing by the office come tackroom. I could tell, full of sleep though I was,
that she was not amused.
“Where the hell have you been! I’ve been looking all over the place for
you!” She shouted. I just stood there, I didn’t know what else
to do.
“So where were you? What’s the excuse this time?” Ruby asked.
She was always getting at me, snide comments, worse than Confiada’s they
were sometimes. I tried to ignore her.
“Come on Beyancca, where were you? The Manageress wants to know, and we don’t
keep the darling humans waiting now do we,”
Ruby teased. I’d had enough! I whipped round and struck out at Ruby with
all my force! My boot caught her on her
nose, sending her squealing into her box.
“That’ll bloody teach you, don’t mess
with me!” I shrieked. The Manageress caught, and held me.
“Don’t be such a bloody idiot!” She snapped.
I stood, pawing at the ground and panting hard. Once she had tied me to a ring in the wall,
the Manageress attended to Ruby.
“She’s cut your nose Ruby,” The Manageress said.
“Yeah, stupid Bitch she is! I don’t know why we elected her leader in the
first place!” Ruby yelled.
“Now that’s quite enough of that!” The Manageress snapped back.
“You elected her so you live with
it! Taunting Beyancca like that isn’t
right and you dam well know it Ruby! She
doesn’t need it, not when she’s going through what she is at the moment with
Silver and Josh. B’ needs all the
support she can get, not you hassling her over every little thing.”
“You call being late for work a little
thing?” Ruby asked. The Manageress replied:
“yes I do. Anyway she’s not that late. I always send out a search party hours before
she’s due in for work. I know what being
herd leader’s like.” Ruby asked:
“How the hell can you know what being
herd leader’s like? You aren’t a horse.”
“I run the stableyard though, that’s a
hard job in itself, so I’m leader in a way.”
Once Ruby’s nose was bathed, and had a light dressing thing on it, the
Manageress left her. She returned to my side
and asked what had become of Josh.
“You see, he’s meant to be hacking with
you next lesson,” The Manageress
concluded. I sighed:
“Last time I saw him, he was running
across the fields after a row.”
“Oh yeah? What was this row about?” The human asked. I replied:
“Oh, breedism, the way I treat Confiada,
even though she’s done the herd immeasurable damage in the past, that sort of
thing. Nothing really, at least nothing
I can’t handle with the rest of the herd.”
I heard the familiar dead pan clop of Josh’s hooves as he came up and
drew alongside me. I wondered fleetingly
why Josh hadn’t asked for the same
mountain boots that the rest
of us wore. Fleur wore them, so why
couldn’t josh? As if he’d read my mind,
Josh stopped the Manageress as she left to get his tack, and asked:
“Any chance I could ‘ave a set of them
boots?” The Manageress disappeared into
the tackroom, and reappeared three seconds later with a hoof knife and a file
type thing. Lifting each of Josh’s feet,
she filed the hard wall of the hoof down until it was even and rounded, not
ragged and scuffed as it had been. Then
she grabbed a tape measure thing out of her pocket and measured Josh’s hooves.
“Size ten! You’ve got large feet Josh,” she remarked.
“’ave you ever seen a shire ‘orse with
small feet?” Josh inquired. The human ignored him and fled into the barn
for a set of boots. Josh had never worn
horseshoes in his life, so there was no awkward shoe removal to do. The Manageress appeared with a set of boots
and strapped them onto Josh’s feet.
“You’re done now,” she confirmed.
“’ang on a minute ‘uman. What’ll ‘appen when my ‘ooves grow? I can’t file them myself,” Josh said.
The Manageress told him that she’d keep an eye on his hooves and he’d no
need to worry. Josh clomped about a bit,
getting used to the boots. I thought:
“That’s weird, no mention of our
disagreement so far.” Josh was tacked up
and his rider got on. I had to take a
second look, but I was sure the rider was James Neil! I whispered to Josh:
“You know who you’re carrying?” Josh smiled grimly.
“yeah, course I know. Don’t worry mum, if ‘e gives me any shit,
I’ll not give ‘im a bloody chance to ‘ave another go,” He replied.
We moved off.
It was plain to me why the
Manageress had put James Neil on Josh.
She knew that Josh didn’t care what he did to unwelcome humans. He had no scruples about bucking or rearing
until the human thudded onto the ground.
Where I had been trained never to buck, and found it almost impossible
to anyway, Josh had no such training. He
was wild! He didn’t care what the humans
thought of him, and he often told them what he thought of them.
“If they don’t like me, sod them,” was his attitude. We struck out along the track leading away from
the yard. I kept in close contact with
Josh for as long as I could. James Neil
seemed to be behaving himself, so I quickened my pace and ended up where I
rightfully belonged, at the front of the string. My rider was a novice, so I had the run of
the place, as he couldn’t stop me, he didn’t know how. I wasn’t brutal to the human, no, it was just
that herd duties overrode those of hacking by miles.
I caught up with Jinja and
indicated to him that he should slow down a bit. This was possible for the Manageress was riding Ruby, and Ruby
was giving her hell. This left Jinja and
I space to talk without human interference.
“Jinja, Confiada’s in a bad way. She isn’t very happy with her
situation,” I said.
“You don’t say Beyancca. I had her banging on all dam morning about
it! She’s brought it on herself you
know! It was her, not the rider who
caused her to fall! She’s a bitch! A total bitch! And don’t let her sway you into thinking
otherwise!” I rubbed Jinja’s nose with
mine.
“Don’t let her bother you Jinj’,” I said gently. Jinja looked sad.
“it isn’t just Confiada, Tich came to me
today, he wanted to know about Rosie. I
tried to tell him, but emotion got in the way and I’m afraid I broke down in
front of him. Tich was very
understanding, he would be, that foal’s got the patience of a saint and the
constitution of an ox! I tried to
explain why I’d reacted the way I had.
But I feel I might have been a little harsh with him. I got angry, with myself mostly, but I made it
look as if Tich had angered me with his questions. Now I’ve probably screwed it all up! Blown it out of the window and down the lane
never to return!” When I was sure he’d
quite finished his lament, I said:
“I’ll talk to Tich and Silver. They both need to know the truth about Rosie,
and I know you can’t tell them.”
“I’d never get through it B’,” Jinja admitted. We dropped back into line with the rest of
the string. The Manageress was still
having problems with Ruby, who saw her light treatment of me over my lateness
for work as a sell out, and now was the time that she could make the Manageress
pay for her apparent favouritism towards me.
Ruby disobeyed every command the human gave her. The Manageress used her crop on Ruby, for the
first time I think. Ruby was so shocked
by the use of the crop that she behaved from then on, grudging though her
compliance was. We completed our hack
and returned to the riding stable without further incident.
Once my tack was removed,
and Josh was tagging along, I went in search of Tich and Silver. We found them in their temporary home, Silver
attempting to console a tearful foal.
Seeing us, Silver settled Tich down and came out to meet us.
“I tried to tell ‘im all about Rosie,
as much as I knew anyway,” she
said. She continued:
“All was fine until I got to the point
where she died. Then, Tich just went to
pieces! I don’t want ‘im to ‘ave
nightmares about it, I really don’t!”
Silver wailed. She calmed down a
bit and said:
“I know ‘e knows I’m not telling the full
truth. I can’t! I don’t wan’a bugger Tich’s mind up for the
rest of ‘is life do I!” Can’t you do something? ‘ow about you Josh, you ‘ave Tich’s trust, ‘e
might listen to you, ‘cos I know next to nothing about what ‘appened after
Rosie died, the ghost thing or whatever it was.
I can’t tell ‘im what went on, but you could, and you also
Beyancca. Please, try and put my foal’s
mind at rest that Rosie’s all right now.” I shook myself hard.
“Right, let’s see what we can do,” I said.
I won’t go into huge details about the long chats that Josh and I had
with Tich. Except to say that we told
him everything, right down to the last encounter with Rosie’s spirit. The part where Confiada got a dressing down
from Rosie made Tich laugh.
“She deserved that!” he whooped.
Tich’s euphoria at Rosie’s triumph over Confiada was short lived
however. He was plunged back into misery
when we told him that Rosie had had to leave Jinja for ever.
“That was why Jinja was so upset when I
asked him?” The foal asked.
“yeah, pretty much Tich,” Josh replied.
I will now move on to
Saturday morning. This was the day that
Chantilly, Josh, Silver, Tich and I were due to go into Ipswich for the day. Tich awoke that day, very excited by the
coming adventure. Silver on the other
hand was dreading it. Despite my
promises to the contrary, she was still convinced that humans grew to be nine
feet tall.
“Hi mum, sleep well did you?” Tich asked.
“Was that meant to be a joke?” Silver asked.
“Well, no it wasn’t. Why?
Didn’t you sleep well?” Her foal
asked. Silver grimaced:
“No I didn’t, and the reason why is
this. I’ve been fretting about them ‘uge
‘umans who live in Ipswich. Them ‘umans
are ‘uge! I know they are! It’s not that I don’t trust Beyancca’s
assurances that they aren’t, it’s just that I’m short, you’re even shorter than
me, and I don’t want us to be lost in the crowds of ‘uman life! The place is gonna be packed! Is it a match day today? You read the paper Tich, I don’t, I was never
taught to read.” Tich thought for a bit.
“yeah, Ipswich Norwich game,” he confirmed.
“You what! That’s worse!
Worse than anything! The place’s
gonna be full of football ‘uligans!
‘umans will be rolling out of them pubs, which Beyancca assures us cover
ninety five percent of the space,
throwing up everywhere, fighting each other, and us I don’t doubt,
barging, pushing, shouting, and swearing, it’s gonna be ‘ell!”
“you
do enough of that for the whole of Suffolk mum,” Tich said.
“What?
Do enough of what for the whole of Suffolk?” his mum asked.
“Swear, that’s what mum,” Tich replied.
Silver was outraged!
“’ow the bloody ‘ell can you say that!”
“Quite easily, there you go again,” her foal replied. Tich continued:
“Mum, have you ever heard me
swear?” Silver thought for a while.
“Once, or twice,” she replied. Tich said:
“You do it at least five million zillion
times a day! You drop your H’s as well,
that’s a bad habit.” Silver asked:
“Who do you think you are? Beryl Bainbridge?”
“Who?”
Tich asked.
“No matter,” Silver replied. the subject flew out of their minds. Silver got up and stretched. She said:
“Time to go and get ourselves trampled
under ‘umans,”
“Don’t be so dramatic about it mum, it’s
gonna be all right,” Tich said. Silver paused on her way out of the door.
“I ain’t so sure,” she admitted.
The two Shetland ponies
found me sleeping soundly in my box.
“Shh Tich, B’s asleep dear,” Silver whispered.
“Not for much longer,” Tich replied.
He shouted:
“hey Beyancca! Oi lazy mare!
Get up there!” Silver was
appalled:
“Tich!
Shut up, shut up!” She shouted.
In the end it was just as much Silver’s shouts as Tich’s yelling that
woke me. Groaning pitifully, I struggled
to my feet and weaved my way blearily across my box.
“Yeah, what’s going on?” I asked drowsily.
“We’re going to Ipswich today, you
remember that don’t you Beyancca?” Tich
asked.
“Oh yeah that thing, but is that
all? I thought it was life
threatening,” I mumbled. Silver said:
“yeah well, your innocent trip to
Ipswich might be life threatening.” I
snapped into full consciousness.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Tich replied:
“Oh nothing B’, really it isn’t. Mum’s got this idea in her head that she’s
gonna get trampled by rampaging humans if she sets foot in Ipswich, she’s
really silly!” I shook myself hard. Josh came round the corner from the riding
school. He’d just been groomed and
looked fabulous. while waving a boot in
Josh’s direction: Silver yelled:
“Look at ‘im!” If a horse could be said to blush, Josh
certainly did. His embarrassment was
plain for all to see. He slunk into my
box, obviously wishing the ground would swallow him. Tich sniped at his mum.
“You really know how to embarrass a
horse don’t you!” Silver wailed
agrievedly:
“Can’t you take a complement Josh?” Josh hid his head in the furthest corner of
my box. I thumped his nose with mine.
“Come on Josh you silly thing, pull
yourself together mate!” I urged. Josh smiled nervously. He said:
“It’s not usual for a mare to comment on
an ‘orse’s appearance when ‘e comes out from being groomed.” I replied:
“Well you’ve got one now.” Josh shook himself.
“That’s better, Back to my old
self,” he said. Josh’s shaking fit had succeeded in doing
what he wanted. Whoever had groomed Josh
had made sure his mane lay in handsome swaths on his neck. After he’d shaken himself it looked like it
always had, that is to say it looked not unlike a haystack! Josh stamped about a bit:
“Got’a work these boots in,” he said.
Silver surveyed Josh’s work with his mane and sighed heavily:
“You ‘aven’t got any idea ‘ow nice your
mane looked before you did that,” she
said dreamily.
“I don’t want a relationship with you
Silver!” Josh screamed.
“’ave you ever ‘eard of admiration?” Silver asked gently. Josh turned away from her and stalked out of
the box.
“’e don’t know what ‘e stirs in me B’, ‘e
really doesn’t!” Silver said. I warned her:
“Josh doesn’t want to get into a
relationship with you Silver. Why ruin a
good friendship?”
“friendship? But he ‘ates me!” Silver protested.
“No Silver, what rubbish you talk. Josh doesn’t hate you dear, he doesn’t. He’ll stand by you and Tich as long as you
need him,” I told her. Silver thought about it.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” she said quietly.
“I don’t suppose, I know so!” I replied.
Josh reappeared, helped Tich on to his back, and then both of them
disappeared while his mother and I watched them go, Silver too surprised, and
me too tired to stop them.
“Josh thinks the world of Tich, he won’t
hurt him silver,” I reassured her. The heavy clomping of Josh’s feet receded
into the distance.
“Where the ‘ell ‘as ‘e taken ‘im?” Silver asked.
“I’m not a mind reader Silver, for all
I know they could have gone anywhere.”
Silver squealed shrilly:
“What!
Don’t say that Beyancca! Josh’s
taken Tich away and you ‘aven’t got a bloody clue where? Tell me you didn’t say that! Tell me!”
Of course I couldn’t lie to her, I had said what I had, and that was
that. Silver exploded:
“You brought ‘im to this yard you
Bitch! You’s the one who’s to blame in
all this! You adopted that, that monster
of an ‘orse! ‘e don’t give a dam about
Tich, ‘e don’t! As far as Josh’s concerned,
my foal’s a plaything, a toy! ‘e don’t
care what ‘appens to ‘im!” I ignored her
insults, threats and anything else she threw at me, for I knew them to be all
froth and of no substance. I said
irritably:
“Look Silver, shut it for a bit will
you. Less mouth and more brain is needed
from you I think.” Silver screamed at
me!
“You bitch! You bloody cow! I ‘ave a right to air my concerns about my
foal’s safety don’t I? You don’t seem to
think I ‘ave that right. You tell me to
shut it! But I won’t, I won’t! I’m gonna keep saying what I ‘ave to, until
Josh comes back with my foal! I want
Tich back ‘ere with me, and ‘e’d better be safe! Cos if ‘e ain’t, I’m gonna tear Josh to
Pieces!” The thought of Silver ripping
into Josh was laughable.
“No you won’t Silver, you’d be killed
within five seconds. If you make a
serious challenge to Josh, he’ll take you up on it, and he’ll win, be sure of
that Silver. Be sure that if you pick a
fight with Josh he’s not going to be soft on you at all. He will fight you as he would any other
horse, and that fight will be very one sided, so I’d back off if I were
you,” I cautioned. Silver looked close to tears.
“I don’t mean to be a cow Beyancca, but
Tich is all I ‘ave in this world, everything!
If I lose ‘im, well I’d go mad, probably eat raggwert or something, it
wouldn’t be pleasant anyway.” I knew all
what she was telling me. Silver was
trying so hard to let her foal find his own way in life, but it was hard for
her. She looked down the yard towards
the lane.
“I wonder what they’re doing, Tich and
Josh. Are they all right? Is Josh frightening the life out of Tich by
performing stunts while he’s on his back?”
Silver asked herself these, and many other questions. She started to say:
“I can’t stand this any longer! I’m going,,,”
when Josh came trotting into the yard with Tich running along beside
him. Tich ran to his mother and nearly
knocked her flying!
“Be careful Tich!” Silver screeched. Tich swerved at the last moment and cannoned
into me instead. He picked himself up
and looked at his mum.
“So what ‘appened?” Silver asked suspiciously. Tich‘s eyes lit up.
“We left the yard, and then, well, it
was wonderful! Josh told me to hang on
tight and then he loaped! It was
fantastic! I’ve never gone that quick in
my life before!” All through this, Josh
was grinning from ear to ear. It was
clear he’d enjoyed it almost as much as the foal had.
“’adn’t we better be getting to Ipswich
now?” Josh asked. So with that, Josh took charge of Silver, I
took charge of Tich and we set off for the wide world, picking Chantilly up on
route of course.
We took the quickest route I
knew. We went across fields and pastures
that ran alongside the A12 that ran through the town of Wickham Market. We cantered, or trotted, or just walked
through many fields of rape seed, wheat and other crops. Horses know nothing about land ownership.
We arrived in Ipswich town
centre at about midday. Both Silver and
Tich were impressed by the size of the place, but Silver said she wouldn’t get
off Josh’s back and walk, because she was scared that one of “them nine foot
tall ‘umans,” as she put it, would come round the corner and eat her. Tich on the other hand, well he had no
worries about walking in the county town.
He was soon walking alongside me as we made our way through the town
centre. Yes it was crowded, but
Saturdays always are, and today was no exception. The sight of four horses loose in the streets
caused a lot of constination, I think some busybody called the RSPCA, but they
didn’t catch us. Anyway, it was of our
own free will that we travelled, and it would be of our own free will to return
to whence we came. Nothing much happened
for about three hours, and we were beginning to wonder whether anything would,
when Chantilly noticed another horse tied up beside, well, you wouldn’t believe
it, beside a pub called “the great white horse.” This horse was a Chestnut mare, not white,
and she looked at us incuriously, until she saw Tich and Silver, then her
interest sparked into life. She said:
“You’s tiny ain’t you,” Tich, and I couldn’t blame him for it, took
offence at the mare’s tone.
“My mum and I might be slight of stature,
but that’s no reason to talk down to us!”
The Mare was obviously caught off guard by the little chap’s eloquence.
“’ow many dictionaries did you eat for
breakfast?” Silver asked. Her foal looked at her in incomprehension.`
“never mind dear,” His mother said gently. The mare knew she was unwanted by the two
Shetland ponies, and, snapping the rope that tied her to the post, she moved
off sulkily.
“Got rid of you!” Tich whinnied.
“Be quiet you stupid fool! She might ‘ear you!” Silver snapped.
“That was the idea mum, I don’t care if she
does,” Tich replied. Silver looked down
at her foal:
“Why do you insist on walking around this
‘uge scary place?” She asked. Tich craned his neck and looked his mum in
the eye.
“Because I want to,” he said.
Someone shouted:
“What the hell’re Beyancca, Josh, Silver
and Tich doing here!”
Shit!
We’ve been spotted!” Josh
whinnied. He turned to Tich.
“come ‘ere Tich, and get on my back,
quick!” he urged. The foal protested:
“But Josh, do I have to?” Josh
stamped his foot:
“Of course you bloody do! Come on you silly bugger!” With that Josh lay down and virtually pulled
Tich onto his back. Once the foal was
safe, Josh leapt to his feet and bolted!
Chantilly and I had already made off at a gallop. Silver hung on grimly to Josh’s mane as we
fled. We made home at about two thirty,
half an hour after leaving Ipswich in a hurry.
The Manageress wasn’t pleased.
“What the hell were you doing in
Ipswich!” She screamed.
“Um, standing in the town centre,
getting abuse from a Chestnut mare, and then getting spotted by some whistle
blowing ‘uman,” Josh replied. The Manageress locked us up in our boxes and
fastened the kick bolts, something that she hadn’t done in years! Josh was locked in a separate box to me. So, after shouting insults at the human for
about five minutes, Josh, with a couple of hefty kicks, broke the door down.
“Freedom at last!” He whooped.
Josh ran round to the office, where the Manageress was doing
paperwork. Seeing the enraged Shire
horse coming at her, the Manageress barricaded herself in the office, slamming
and bolting the door. Josh, seeing his
path barred by the door, completely lost his already frayed temper!
“You ain’t gonna get away from me that
easily ‘uman!” he squealed. Josh smashed the door down and advanced as
far as he could into the office.
“yes Josh, what can I do for you?” The Manageress asked.
“You listen to me ‘uman. I ain’t playing games! I’m furious with you! Why the ‘ell did you lock us up? Expressing our need to escape into the wide
world isn’t a crime is it? You couldn’t
lock me up anyway, ‘ere I am, free!” He
whinnied. Josh whirled round and stamped
off to my box, where he undid the top bolt and then left it to me to smash the
kick bolt till it was useless for anything.
Josh did this for all the horses concerned with the Ipswich excursion,
and then went to the top field to eat grass.
The Manageress, once she was sure Josh wasn’t coming back, settled down
to continue with her paperwork.
“Stupid horse, Stupid horse!” She fumed.
Suddenly the light was blocked, the Manageress looked up from her work.
“Hi there,” Chantilly said.
“And what do you want?” The human asked. Chantilly sighed heavily:
“You ‘umans ‘aven’t got a sense of
adventure ‘ave you,” she lamented. The Manageress started to say:
“Well, if you’d told me where you were
going,,,” Chantilly cut her off:
“Yeah, I know. If we’d told you where we were going you’d
let us go, right? Well you know, and I
know that that ain’t true is it ‘uman.
You’d lock us up in our boxes, as you did when we arrived back ‘ere, and
never let us go out on our own again!”
The Manageress stepped over the smashed door and stood in front of
Chantilly.
“I have a good mind to lock you up in
your box, top and bottom doors fastened, and not let you out for a
fortnight! That is what you deserve! You know nothing of what it is to run a stable
yard Chantilly, absolutely nothing! I
was concerned for your safety, and when, when I heard you’d ended up in
Ipswich, well that was too much! I know
you horses have expansionist ideas, but you ain’t having your own independent
state! You’re not!”
“Have Josh, or I for that matter, ever
said that we wanted one?” Chantilly
asked. Taliscar, overhearing Chantilly’s
questions said:
“Go for it Chantilly!” The Manageress rounded on Taliscar:
“Not you as well! I’m not, not!
Having horses forming their own autonomous state, deciding where they’re
going for the day, or, or even holding their own committees on whether to get
rid of the humans! I know what you’re
like, and I know that we’re
stronger!
We Brought you here, you live here because we put you here. Not because you wanted to be here, not
because some enterprising horse decided he was going to put up a stable!” Chantilly asked:
“Why does that horse who puts up the
stable have to be male? Mares can do it
too you know. Man! What happened to equality!” The Manageress was clearly out of her depth.
“Until now I’ve never met an equine feminist!” She screamed.
Chantilly turned away and left the now red faced human. Chantilly said under her breath:
“’umans, who’d ‘ave them?” I joined her as she turned towards the track
leading to the top field where Josh was already eating grass. Chantilly smiled at me:
“I suppose you ‘eard everything that
was said?” That was a rhetorical
question, and I knew it, for it was impossible not to overhear everything.
When Chantilly and I reached
the top field we found Josh, Tich and Silver already there. Josh was cropping the grass, while Tich and
his mother were lying a little way off from Josh, they seemed to be
asleep. Chantilly went over to take a
look.
“Ah, now ain’t that sweet? Silver and Tich are sound asleep,” she said.
“they won’t be for much longer if you
carry on like that, leave them alone Chantilly!” I urged.
Chantilly left them and returned to my side.
“’ave you got work today?” She asked.
I thought about it for a while.
“Um,
yeah, think I have. It’s a western hack
at seven o’clock tonight,” I
replied. Chantilly stretched out on the
grass and closed her eyes.
“Think I’ll sleep ‘ere, it’s as good as
anywhere else,” She sighed. With that, Chantilly fell asleep, leaving
Josh and I to our own devices. We left
the field and trotted back to the yard in companionable silence.
Josh
looked at the sky.
“Did you say you ‘ad work tonight?” he asked.
“yeah Josh, that’s right. I think I’m working with Ruby and a Field
Horse,” I replied.
“Field ‘orse? Which Field ‘orse?” Josh inquired.
“I don’t know, I think his name begins
with H, something like that. Josh
snorted:
“You mean Hibou don’t you.”
“I think that was his name,” I replied.
Josh snapped:
“I know that’s ‘is name, ‘e’s an
antisocial bugger! ‘e’s always got ‘is
ears laid back! ‘e’s no fun to be with,
well no field ‘orse is any fun to be with, but ‘e’s worse!” Someone said:
“Did I hear my name mentioned?” Looking round I saw Hibou standing behind
me. The Field Horse was in range of
Josh’s huge boots. The first Hibou knew
of this was when he was sent flying!
Without warning, Josh had lashed out at him! Hibou landed with a crash on the concrete and
lay stunned for a few minutes.
“Hibou’s done nothing to hurt you has
he!” I bellowed. Josh looked sulky.
“’e’s a field ‘orse and that’s enough
for me mum!” He shouted back.
“you mean you’d do that to every Field
horse in the yard, including Balugue?” I
asked.
“yeah, and why not? They’re all Field ‘orses and I ‘ate every
single one of them! I ‘ate them I tell
you!” I lost my temper:
“You breedist! I hate breedist horses and you’re one
Josh! You cannot acknowledge a horse’s
right to be different from yourself, and I hate you for it! You’re my foal, I know that, but I hate you
for what you say about the Field horses that live in this yard!” Josh yelled:
“But mum, you ‘ate them also, you must
do!”
“Why must I hate them?” I asked.
“you’re an Irish Draft mare, you must
hate them French ‘orses!” I looked at
Hibou who had got up and was pacing about in a drunken fashion. He came closer to me and rested his head on
my shoulder.
“I feel sick,” he moaned.
“I don’t care Field ‘orse!” Josh snapped.
Hibou leant his full weight on my shoulder. The poor Field horse shook violently.
“He must have hit his head as he fell,” I thought.
Of course I couldn’t refuse his cry for help, as I couldn’t refuse
Confiada’s. Josh on the other hand was
unrepentant.
“I can’t believe you mum. ‘ow the ‘ell can you even think of ‘elping a
Field ‘orse? What makes you want to ‘elp
scum like that? What ‘ave they ever done
for us that’s useful? I’ll tell you
shall I? Bloody nothing, that’s
what!” I bared my teeth at Josh,
something that I’d never done before.
“Get out of my sight!” I yelled.
Josh fled as fast as he could from my side. Hibou looked into my eyes.
“You’re in love with Jamie aren’t you,”
he said. This was a statement, and a
tentative one at that, for Hibou obviously felt that he was intruding in the
affairs of another herd.
“yeah, I am that,” I replied.
Hibou actually smiled, something that was rare for him.
“That’s good, Jamie needs someone who can
teach him what’s what,” he said. I reflected that Hibou might be right, I also
wondered if Jamie had given up fighting as he’d promised. I asked Hibou about it.
“Jamie?
Fight other horses? Is that meant
to be a joke?” I noticed he refused to
refer to me by name. As Hibou was still
resting on my shoulder, I nuzzled his cheek in a friendly way and said:
“You can call me Beyancca if you
like.” The poor field horse nearly left
the county!
“No, no I, I’d rather Not if, if you
don’t mind,” he protested. For Hibou, being told he could consider himself
on first name terms with the leader of the yard herd was too much to take. The Field Horse levered his weight off of my
shoulder and walked away stiffly.
“Thanks,” he said.
I walked slowly towards the office.
The Manageress was doing paperwork when I called.
“Ah Beyancca, there you are, been looking
for you for ages,” she said. I was just about to ask about the western
lesson when the Manageress cut in with:
“There’s a problem with Muffin, she’s
too fat, so the vet says. So we’ve put
her in the starvation paddock.”
“Poor Muffin,” I thought.
The Manageress continued;
“Muffin was the wrong side of one
hundred and fifty pounds. Mules are
meant to live in rocky country with next to nothing to eat. So that mule’s been living it up a bit too
much. Oh yeah, Fleur’s on probation
also.”
“Probation? What the hell for? She hasn’t gone and done something stupid has
she?” I asked.
“No, it’s rather what she hasn’t
done. Fleur’s timesheet has less hours on
it than Silver’s and Confiada’s put together!”
“Silver and Confiada are both out of
work,” I pointed out.
“Exactly,” the Manageress replied.
“But why is this the case? Fleur’s got a sweet nature, humans like sweet
natured horses don’t they? My experience
says they do, so why isn’t she getting any work?” The Manageress sighed:
“Fleur’s got a bouncy trot, humans don’t
like that, and she’s as thick as two short planks.” I got furious! I whinnied angrily:
“Come on human! You can’t have everything!” Calming down a little I asked:
“What’ll happen to Fleur if she fails
her probation, or to be more accurate, if humans don’t give her the work she
needs?”
“I’ll sell her Beyancca, I have no other
choice.” I exploded:
“Sell her! Why?
She’s done no wrong, apart from not being chosen for work, but that
isn’t a crime is it? Perhaps she needs a
little one to one training, perhaps that’s it.”
The Manageress replied:
“That would be the solution to Fleur’s problems,
but we can’t get anyone to even get on her!
No one ‘ll ride her B’, absolutely noone!” I began to feel my control slipping, I
thought:
“Soon I’m gonna lose it and she won’t
like it.” I stamped off, much upset by
what I’d heard. I made my way to Fleur’s
box.
I
found Fleur lying on the straw close to tears.
On hearing my arrival she lifted her head and looked at me pitifully.
“You’ve heard, you do know what’s gonna
happen to me if I don’t get work between now and the autumn,” she stated.
I suppose she knew by my expression that I already knew. Fleur sniffed:
“I can’t
help the way I am! I’m me and that’s
that, I can’t change anything they want me to!
I can’t change my trot, that’s always been bouncy and will forever be that
way, nor can I take in as much info as they’d like me to, I’m not a brainbox
B’! I’m not like you, I failed every
challenge that was shoved my way, and now, well now I’m gonna pay for it. I don’t wan’a leave here, here’s my
home! And why won’t anyone give me
work? Hasn’t any human got the courage
to take me on? I’m not a bad horse, I’m
not! I’m just slow, I say that for I am
told that, and everyone thinks so, so it must be true, but if I am slow, then
it takes me more time to pick things up.
Won’t anyone give me a chance! Is
that too much to ask? Some humans expect
us horses to
be
identical in ridability. All right, some
differences are allowed for, but when it comes to the horse who’s slightly slow
at picking things up, or is a little bit difficult for some reason, then they
haven’t got the time to teach the horse.
I want to do what the humans wish me to do, if only they’d take the time
to teach me!” This impassioned speech
would have tugged at the heart strings of any right minded horse, but the
humans are different. When I say that I
don’t mean the humans don’t love their horses or that they have anything wrong
with their minds, no, it’s just that the humans have to weigh up the pros and
cons of having a horse who noone will ride now, against selling that horse and
possibly acquiring a horse who could be ridden now and forefill their
needs. So I can see this from both
angles, but as Fleur is a horse and I am also, well that means that I am on
Fleur’s side on this matter. I asked:
“Do you understand what the Manageress
means when she talks about probation?”
Fleur looked at me dumbly for a few seconds.
“Yeah, I think she used that word
earlier, it’s a sort of test I think.
All I know is that if I fail it I’m out of here. It’s not my fault Beyancca, it’s not! I don’t wan’a be difficult!” Fleur started crying:
“I don’t wan’a leave here,” she sobbed.
I tried to comfort her as best I could, but to me my words sounded empty
and useless.
“You’re not the one with the threat of
expulsion Beyancca,” I thought
acidly. I said:
“Try from now on, to show the humans
that you can work, that you are worthy of a place in the yard. Show them what you can do. Keep your mind on the job you are doing and don’t let it stray
until the job’s done,” I advised her.
“I’ll try,” Fleur replied. Once Fleur was settled, I went in search of
Muffin. As I walked up the track I
thought of Muffin, and of the mindset she might be in.
“She’s gonna be really pissed off,” I thought.
I reached what the humans call the “starvation paddock.” What this distasteful plot of land actually
is is a field with spas tufts of grass, where the horse, or mule, or whatever
grass eating animal who needs to lose weight is housed until they are within
their correct weight. Muffin was given
water to drink and that was that until she lost several pounds.
I
reached the paddock and found Muffin swearing her head off, she brayed:
“I’m here, all on my own! I’ve got next to bugger all to eat, and I’m
tired, lonely, and totally pissed off! I
can’t stand much more of this! I’m gonna
go barmy!” I must say that this
outpouring was before she noticed I was standing there. Muffin stopped her torrent and came across to
me.
“Sorry about that, but this really
pisses me off, does it piss you off?”
She asked. I inquired:
“Have you been talking to Silver
lately?” The Mule stared at me in
astonishment:
“What?”
She asked.
“Oh, I just wondered if you’d been
talking with Silver lately that’s all Muffin, your language you know,” I replied.
Muffin screamed:
“You’re just like Confiada! She gave me a massive lecture about my
language! That pissed me off, and you
piss me off also! Get out of my
life!” I left hurriedly with Muffin’s
enraged braying echoing round my head.
I
arrived in the yard to find it deserted.
After wandering about aimlessly for a few minutes I found myself by the
restaurant where Silver had come to grief four days earlier. What happened next is hard to tell, but I’ll
try.
The
first I knew of anything happening was the sound of what I thought to be
drumming in the restaurant, then the door burst open and Tich came flying out
into the open. I had no time to react
before the little chap cannoned into me at an alarming speed! He literally bounced off me and collapsed in
a heap at my feet.
“You all right?” I asked tentatively. Tich looked up at me drowsily.
“My head hurts!” he whimpered.
I bit back my next comment, something like:
“I’m not surprised,” and asked:
“Where’s your mum? And who were you running from?” Tich closed his eyes, he was obviously
feeling the worse for wear. After a bit
Tich opened his eyes and looked up at me.
“Teasel was chasing me! She was chasing me round and round the indoor
school and all over the place! In the
end I had to slam a door or two and run for my life! I was frightened! That dog’s a vicious thing!” he replied.
I said:
“She was only playing I’ll bet.”
“Only playing? You call chasing me until I was worn out
playing? Well I dam well don’t!” He shouted.
Silver came skidding to a halt beside me. She panted:
“There
you is Tich, I’ve been looking all over the place for you! Where the ‘ell ‘ave you been?” Tich recounted the tale he’d just told me.
“That
Bloody dog! I’ll kill ‘er!” Silver screamed. I thought that Silver’s prediction might not
be too far from the truth. Silver might
be small, but Teasel was smaller still, and I’d place my money on Silver to win
hooves down, that is if I had money, and
agreed with betting, which I don’t.
Silver stamped off in search of the Jack Russell named Teasel. I followed nervously, wondering what was
about to happen. Tich begged me to carry
him on my back, which I gladly did.
“you see
Beyancca, I can get a better view of the fight from here, and I’m safe,” He said.
I could see that Tich was looking forward to seeing his tormentor
getting bashed.
We found Silver and Teasel facing each other across a
strip of concrete beside the indoor school.
Silver was waiting for Teasel to make the first move, and Teasel was
waiting for the Shetland pony to do the same, one had to give in, and Silver
was hoping that the Jack Russell would live up to her breed’s insatiable urge
for fighting and break her cover. This
teasel did, and paid heavily for it. I’d
better fill you in at this point on a few details, or you might not understand
why Teasel took the action she did. You
see, this is horrible, but Teasel was convicted of, well, eating cats! What a disgusting thing! I don’t think she’s heard of mediation to
settle her grievances. Well Teasel had
been convicted
of eating cats,
and therefore she wore a muzzle all the time as protection for the cats. Because of this restraint, Teasel couldn’t
bite Silver as she would have liked to, so the Jack Russell leapt into the air
and tried to scratch Silver’s eyes out!
Silver disposed of the Jack Russell by chipping her over the gate into
the field adjoining the indoor school.
Teasel flew! Man did she
fly! That dog sailed seven feet in the
air, over the gate, and landed on her back with a thud. Silver yelled:
“That’ll
teach you to chase my foal! You piss me
off dog! I ‘ate you to the depths of my
‘atred for dogs, and man ‘ow I ‘ate dogs!”
Teasel was in no state to reply to this outpouring of invective. She lay on the grass, with all four paws in
the air. I think she was unconscious,
but I can’t be sure. Silver walked up to
the gate which separated her from the prostrate Jack Russell, leant through the
bars, and spat at the dog in a most disgusting display. Then she stormed off in a raging fury! From his lofty perch, Tich watched his mother
go.
“I don’t
know, I thought mum’s manners were better than that,” he mused.
Teasel started to regain consciousness.
I watched the Jack Russell intently, for I mistrusted her as much as
Silver did. The dog struggled to her
feet and staggered away towards the Manageress’s house. I didn’t know if she was all with us, by the
way she was weaving about, I concluded that she wasn’t. Anyway, as Silver said, that’s what you get
for chasing her foal. Tich shifted into
a more comfortable position on my back.
“you know what B’? I’m Beginning to feel sorry for that
dog. Did she really deserve that? She only chased me after all, and that’s not
a crime, not really, but then again, I suppose attempting to scratch out a
horse’s eyes is, so then it was justified.
But mum treated that dog as if she were a football! Wham! Straight over the gate and in the
net! Mum tells me she doesn’t like
football, then she goes and does that!”
Silver came stamping back.
“’as that
bloody dog gone? She’d better ‘ave, if she
‘asn’t she’d better watch ‘erself! I’m
gonna finish ‘er off next time! You ‘ear
me Teasel! I’m gonna finish you off next
time! I ‘ate you!” she shouted.
Teasel stumbled into the Manageress’s house and we saw no more of
her. Silver stamped about a bit.
“I think
we’d better try to calm ourselves,” I
suggested. Silver exploded:
“Calm
down? ‘ow the ‘ell do you expect me to
calm down! That dog’s chased Tich,
frightened ‘im silly, and you say I’d better calm down! You’re as stupid as that dam dog is!” I ignored Silver’s insults, I was too used to
her outbursts to take much notice of them.
Silver then noticed that her foal was lying on my back.
“What the
‘ell’re you doing up there Tich? Get
down this instant!” She bellowed. Tich replied, quite rightly I felt:
“um,
mum, I’m not jumping five feet to the ground, that’s concrete you know.” Silver calmed down, a little and said:
“All
Right per’aps I did overreact a bit, but that dog’s a menace! She’s dangerous to all of us ‘orses!” I looked up at the sky. Clouds had started forming in a dark mass
over the yard and they looked threatening.
“I think
it’s gonna rain,” I said. Silver mocked me:
“Oh no
B’, you don’t say! ‘ere Tich, ‘ow about
that now, Beyancca thinks it’s gonna rain, well ain’t that something ay?” I shook my hoof at her in mock anger, I said
as ominously as I could:
“Shut it
Silver!” Silver knew I was playing games
and took no notice of my tone. Tich
eventually jumped down and
wandered off on his own towards Chantilly’s box. He arrived there to find her drinking from a
blue and red waterbucket.
“Has the
Manageress gone in for fancy waterbuckets?”
he asked. Chantilly hadn’t
noticed Tich’s approach, the sound of his voice startled her! Choking on the water she replied:
“No, she
‘asn’t, but, I got it, thought I’d ‘ave a change, knicked it from the livery
yard, they ‘aven’t noticed it ‘ave they?”
Tich took a closer look at the bucket.
Chantilly, now recovered from her coughing fit, watched the foal
intently. She said conspiratorially:
“It’s a
special bucket, got a special ‘ole in it it ‘as, so I can drink faster.” Then she walked away. When she was a safe distance from Tich, so
that he couldn’t see her observing him, Chantilly turned back the way she’d
come and watched Tich exploring the bucket.
He turned the thing on it’s side, up-side down, this
way, that way, every way you can think of as he searched for the special
hole. Chantilly could hardly control
herself. Grinning from ear to ear, well
as much as a horse can be said to, she retraced her steps to where Tich was
absorbed in looking for the hole.
“Tich,
stop a minute, I’ve come to put you out
of your pain, Cor: I’ve never seen
anything so funny! I told you that the
bucket ‘ad a special ‘ole in it yes?
Well you went looking for that ‘ole, and you looked proper funny doing
it! Tich dear, a bucket ‘as an ‘ole in
it anyway doesn’t it!” Realising what
he’d done, Tich turned on the defensive:
“All
right, I’ve been a prat, but you’re not going to tell mum! You tell her, or any other horse for that matter, I’ll, I don’t know what I’ll do,
but it won’t be pleasant!” Chantilly
couldn’t control herself any longer. She
didn’t mean to offend the little chap when she laughed at what he’d done, it was more the hilarity
of the situation. Once Chantilly had
calmed down enough, she hugged Tich.
“You’re
usually so observant, and would pick ‘oles in my reasoning, but you didn’t see
anything wrong with what I said, I’m not meaning to upset you Tich, but that
was so funny!” Tich, for his part, felt
very stupid indeed. He didn’t know
whether the horse, who he’d regarded as a friend, had really meant to trip him
up, he thought:
“But then
again, I was stupid not to see what she was doing, perhaps you have been a prat Tich!
Be more careful next time!” Tich
decided to see the funny side, and implore Chantilly not to spread the story of
his mistake.
“Look,
Chantilly, please, please don’t talk to anyone about this, it’s
embarrassing! I don’t want to be the
laughing stock of the whole yard!”
Chantilly dropped to her knees and hugged the tiny creature.
“I won’t
tell a soul Tich, promise. But I can’t
say that the doves, Polo, Teasel or any of the others won’t.” Tich realised for the first time where he
was. He was right outside Chantilly’s
box, in broad daylight, with all the business of the yard going on around
him! There would be no escape! His little slip would be known throughout the
whole yard in a matter of minutes! Tich,
image conscious as he was, went about his business all that day wondering if
he’d be stopped and asked about his monumental gaff. He reflected that Chantilly had tripped him
big time! He decided to come clean to
his mother, and find out once and for all if Chantilly had really meant him
harm.
That night, Tich told all to Silver, who knew the
whole story anyway, as Polo had informed her, with little embellishments thrown
in for good measure, for Polo liked a good “scoop” as he put it. Silver couldn’t help dissolving into fits of
giggles when she heard her foal’s sorry tale.
“I ‘eard
that. Cor’ Tich you’s n’alf put your
‘oof in it ‘aven’t you love!” She
whooped. Tich got furious!
“I’m glad you think it so dam funny, well
I don’t! I’m embarrassed that it ever
happened! Chantilly’s a bitch to do that
to me! Do friends do that to each
other?” Silver tried to calm her foal:
“No,
well yes, sometimes, but only in fun Tich.
I’m sure Chantilly didn’t mean to upset you love, she was playing
games. You should expect that from ‘er,
that’s the kind of ‘orse she is.
Chantilly likes nothing more than a practical joke. What you ‘ave to do is admit to yourself you
fell for it and then get on with your life.
You can’t go round fearing that others will think you stupid, ‘cos they
won’t, and if they do, well think this, them’s more stupid than you, ‘cos they
can’t let the thing go.” Tich’s pride
was in pieces on the floor.
“you don’t think I’m stupid do you mum?” He asked.
“Of
course not! ‘ere Tich, you listen to me
right, you’s made a mistake, that’s all you did. It ain’t the end of the world is it. You’s not dead, and you ain’t endangered anyone
or anything but you’re pride, that’s all that’s bruised, and you got’a let it
go, if you don’t, you’s as stupid as Polo, and you don’t wan’a get like ‘im now
do you?”
“No,” Tich replied.
Silver’s hatred for dogs was ingrained in her
psyche. She, as all horses do, hated the
way the dogs ate other living things.
She couldn’t see that dogs are born to eat other living things. Of course, we horses don’t consider plants
living things, if we did, we’d never eat.
I can see that dogs can’t help what they do, but despite my acceptance
of that, I still think it barbaric. I’m
not going to go on about this because it’s too painful for me to think of all
that dogs have done. Despite my
acceptance of their despicable habits, I still think dogs are ignorant and have
less intelligence than my right forefoot!
Even the Dalmatian dogs, with whom we horses are meant to have a
particular affinity, are considered scatty and while not as ignorant as the
rest, still as barbaric in their ways. I
mean, have you looked at the contents of a tin of dogfood recently? It’s disgusting! I hate to think what goes in to that!
Anyway, back to the story. As Silver had said, Tich’s little slip was
quickly forgotten by most of the inhabitants of the yard. I say most, because the dogs and doves, like
point scoring politicians, were banding the story about to their friends and
any dogs who came into the yard from outside.
Polo had even got hold of a photo of Tich and shown that to any dogs,
and even cats who came by.
Seeing what Polo was doing, Tich was becoming
anxious. Not only was his little slip up
refusing to go away, he was losing his first coat and it was itching horribly.
So, a few weeks later, late one stormy night when neither Tich, nor his mother
could sleep, in desperation Tich turned to his mother for advice.
“Mum,
I’ve got a problem, several in fact,,,”
Silver stopped him:
“So you’s
willing to talk now. You’s been bottling
it up for weeks, I saw it! I never asked
you cos I’ve ‘eard what you colts are like, never tell your mum anything until
it’s to dam late, that’s your way isn’t it.”
Tich brushed this aside and ploughed on.
“You see,
that story about me with the bucket hasn’t gone away as you said it would. All right, within the two herds it has, but
polo and the others are spreading it about!
That’s one problem, the other is this.
My coat’s falling out!” Silver
glanced at her foal in the half darkness.
She couldn’t see much, so, swallowing her hatred for who she was going
to summon, she put her head out of the door and yelled for Polo.
“Come
‘ere you disgusting animal! Oi
Polo! Get ‘ere this minute before I ‘unt
you down and squash you!” No horse would have responded to that summons, but
Polo only listened out for his name and little else, so he came scampering to
Silver, his tongue lolling, panting hard and looking every inch the stupid
idiot he was.
“yeah,
what can I do for you?” Polo panted.
“First
put your tongue away, it looks awful!
Then go to the Manageress’s house and get a torch from wherever she
keeps that sort of thing, right?” Polo
disappeared like lightening to carry out Silver’s commands. Tich looked at his mother with admiration:
“You
certainly know how to order a dog about,”
he said. Soon polo was back with
the torch. Silver said briskly:
“Now I
need you to do another thing for me, ‘cos I can’t operate the torch I need you
to switch it on for me, and don’t say you can’t, ‘cos I’ve ‘eard that you can
set an alarm clock, so you can operate a torch.” Polo complied with no protest. In the light thrown by the torch, Silver
studied Tich’s coat while he tried to shield his eyes from the bright light. Seeing nothing that suggested malting in any
shape or form, Silver sent
Polo away with the torch. She thought:
“’e’s
still brown, ‘e was always brown, so I don’t know what the ‘el Tich’s on
about.” She said:
“You’s
dreaming I think Tich. There’s nothing
wrong with your coat.” Tich looked out
at the pouring rain. He said:
“Mum,
call polo back a minute,,,” Seeing his
mother’s distaste at his request, Tich pleaded:
“Please
mum.” She did as he’d asked, and when
the Boxer dog was back with the torch, Tich ran out of the barn with such speed
that Silver couldn’t keep up, that was his intention.
Tich found the
track, ran along that to the river and threw himself in. The water was running strongly and it was a
stupid thing to do, but Tich wasn’t thinking about that. He swam against the current for about five
minutes, clambered out, shook himself dry and fled back to the yard. Panting, sopping wet and very bedraggled, he
returned to the barn.
“Now,
polo, turn the torch on and point it at me, there’s a good chap,” Tich said.
The Boxer, surprised at the colt’s tone, complied instantly. Silver stared at her foal in horror!
“you’s
black! You’s gone black! ‘ow the ‘ell did you do that! I swear you were brown, but now you’s
black! First you’s brown, now you’s
black, what colour are you gonna be in the morning Tich, green I’ll bet! I don’t wan’a green foal!” She wailed.
Tich couldn’t stop himself from laughing, Polo joined in and both the
foal and the dog rolled on the straw laughing helplessly. The thought of green horses amused them
greatly. Silver asked:
“What’s
so funny? I don’t want a green
foal! Tich, you’s gonna turn green, I
know it!” Tich recovered a little and
said:
“No, No
mum, I’m not going green. I’ve just lost
my first coat that’s all.” Polo regained
his feet and then stopped:
“Oh
no! The Manageress will kill me! I dropped the torch and it’s now
busted!” Tich and Silver looked at the
smashed remains of the torch.
“you’s
gone and blown it polo dear,” Silver
mocked.
“Don’t
call me that!” Polo wailed. With that he scooped up the remains of the
torch and fled. Silver looked at Tich.
“You’s no
longer a foal no more!” she wailed. Tich couldn’t believe how sentimental his
mother was being.
“What! How sentimental can you be
mum? Of course I’m still a foal! I really can’t see what all the fuss is
about, that coat was a nasty one anyway!”
He retaughted. Silver’s wailing,
along with Tich’s protestations, woke Fleur who came sleepily out of her box to
see what all the racket was about.
“What’s
going on here? It’s two in the
morning!” she snapped.
“Tich lost
his coat!” Silver wailed.
“So
what? I’m doing it all the time! It gets to me sometimes, yes I’ll say that,
but it’s not something to wail about, especially not at two in the
morning!” Fleur screamed. She kicked the box door with such force that
it split in two! Fleur bellowed:
“Now go to
sleep!”
“yes mum,”
Tich said. Silver fell over, laughing
uncontrollably. Fleur stormed back to
her box and slammed her door so hard that it came off it’s hinges and fell onto
the concrete with a crash! Tich smiled
at Silver, Silver said:
“Don’t
worry about ‘er Tich, she’s a funny ‘orse that one.” Fleur came flying from her box in a raging
fury!
“Oh dear, we’re about to cop it,” Tich remarked. Taking his life in his tiny hoof, he asked:
“you in
season or something Fleur?” Fleur
screamed and bolted! Jingle, Carmen and
all the other horses in the barn were awake now and watching the situation with
growing interest.
“I’ll bet
my year’s supply of oats that you’re right Tich,” Jingle said.
Carmen had retired to the back of her box, so her contribution was
slightly inaudible.
“That
horse scares me,” Cleo said:
“No change
there, everything scares you Carmen.”
“I can’t
help that!” She whimpered. Fleur came streaking back onto the scene.
“Will you
all, including you Cleo, jingle, and Carmen, go to sleep!” She roared.
“Who got
out of the wrong side of the bed this morning?”
Cleo asked. This resulted in
Fleur doing irreparable damage to Cleo’s door.
Cleo snapped:
“Look
Fleur, just piss off to your box and don’t bother me!” Fleur gave Cleo’s door, or what remained of
it a hefty kick and retired.
“Three
doors down, five to go,” Misty
remarked. Sleep had seemed difficult for
Silver and Tich, but now it was impossible.
Silver was too worried about her foal’s coat to sleep, and Tich was too
full of foalish energy to settle down.
After an hour or so Tich got fed up with his mother.
“Look mum,
listen to me, my coat, the brown one, that’s no more, it’s gone for good. What happened to it was this. I lose hair, you do it! Even Fleur does it! She said so herself! So what’s the worry? That’s all that’s happened.” Silver looked at Tich in the first light of
dawn.
“I like
‘is black coat, it’s nice,” she thought.
“yeah,
all right Tich, I’ll say no more about it,” she said.
The day came in clear, bright and exceedingly warm. The yard seemed to shut down utterly, with
horses so lethargic that work was done at snail pace. Most of the horses, including me I must add,
spent the day lying in their boxes. For
my part I either slept or ate straw, there was nothing else I could do! It was too hot for anything strenuous! The heat seemed to sap the strength out of
any horse that dared to venture out into the world, and some had to. Although the humans did all they could to
make it easier for us, riders still had to be carried, hacks were still
embarked upon and grooming still took place.
Polo came round to my box later that afternoon. He reported that the Manageress had noticed
the broken torch and gone ballistic, and well she might, that was the only
torch in the place. Polo said that he’d
been given a severe shouting at and banned from the house for the day.
“it’s
all right, I never go in there anyway during the day, so it’s no trouble for
me,” he said. I had been filled in on
the goings on of the previous night and knew of everything, even Fleur’s little
outburst had come to my attention. I
reasoned that Silver must have been making one hell of a racket to wake Fleur,
who was a heavy sleeper, and usually wouldn’t get out of bed for less than a
bucket of oats. I looked down at
Polo. We all mistrusted dogs, some
horses mistrusted them to a greater degree than others, but it was there in all
of us. I remembered that Polo and I had
once hatched a plan against a horse named Crofter, I’d liked him then, and sort
of did now, but he had become a bit of a hoofful to say the least. Polo scampered away, leaving me to think
about things. I wondered what caused
Silver to be so stupid! Didn’t she know
that horses lost hair? I concluded that
Silver was so terrified of losing Tich that she worried about him
unnecessarily. I heard a tap on my door
and Tich came in. He collapsed on the
straw beside me.
“Hi’ya
Tich, how’s things?” I asked. Tich rested his head on my shoulder and
sighed:
“Mum’s
being really silly about me losing my coat B’.
She can’t get her head round the concept and it’s getting me down! I’m Talking to her n’all that, and she’s not
understanding a dam word I say!” This,
for Tich, was very strong language. He
rarely swore, and that despite his mother’s less than expletive free
vocabulary. Compared to Silver, Tich had
acquired a P.H.D in the womb. He’d
“swallowed dictionaries for breakfast” as his mother put it. Now Tich was getting frustrated and
angry. He wanted to express so much, but
his mother couldn’t understand half the things he could, and that made things
difficult for both of them. Josh came in
then. The huge Shire horse towered over
us, he seemed to be thinking about something, I couldn’t guess what. I looked into his eyes. Josh’s eyes did not match the image he’d got
given. Josh was known as a hard nut who
was brutal to those who got on the wrong side of him. Countering that though, to those who he felt
loyalty to, well then that was as strong as his aggression to those who angered
him. Josh was now looking down at Tich
with amazing fondness. It struck me as
amazing that such a “hard” horse could display such affection, but then it
shouldn’t have seemed strange, or amazing for that matter, for I’d seen Josh’s
soft side many times before. For if you
can get under
his tough attitude, as has been shown many times in
these stories, Josh is as sweet natured as you like.
Josh dropped to his knees and nuzzled Tich’s
shoulder. The size difference between the
Shire horse and the Miniature Shetland foal was striking!
“I
thought mum was large,” Tich said. Josh laughed,
“I’ll
tell you something for nothing littl’en, you ain’t gonna get as large as me in
a million years,” he said. Tich took Josh
to task over his sloppy language.
“Josh,
promise not to squash me if I ask you this, promise?” Josh did as the foal asked.
“Well,”
Tich said, “Why do you speak the way you do?
It’s sloppy, but I expect you already know that. It’s also very heavily reliant on
swearing! You, and my mum for that
matter rely on this form of speech. I
hate it! It’s not easy to understand, I
have huge problems understanding many horses in this place, the accents round
here are incomprehensible!” I thought:
“Tich’s swallowed the Collins latest edition
I’ll bet.” Josh thought for a bit.
“I
‘aven’t got any idea why I talk like I do.
I suppose it’s to do with my upbringing, rough it was, ‘ell sometimes
n’all. I ‘ave ‘ad to fend for myself for
a lot of my life in places where ‘orses weren’t very well spoken. ‘ard, rough places they were, maybe I’ll tell
you about them someday when you’s older.”
Tich wrinkled his nose at Josh’s use of:
“You’s”
instead of the standard “you are.” He
couldn’t stand it! Josh saw the little
chap’s discomfort and smiled reassuringly at him.
“I’m not
apologising for my speech, no ‘orse can do that. Of course, we can try and clear our talk up,
but what’s the point? Life’s for living,
not for griping about little things, if we were all the same then what would
the world be like? Crap that’s
what! We don’t need no la-dy-da type
talk, I don’t anyway. If you don’t like
my speech then you can either learn to live with it or not associate with me,
take your pick, it’s no matter to me.”
This hard line attitude shocked Tich greatly. I saw the foal’s distress mounting up.
“You’re a
brutal horse Josh, I don’t know what to
make of you, I really don’t! Your
mother’s not like you in any way, Beyancca’s no swearing type. So how did you get like you are? It’s not natural!” Josh explained that I was not his birth
mother, and that I had fostered him for about a year and a bit, he couldn’t
remember how long it was. Josh went on
to describe his last home and the horses he’d had to fight against to
survive. Tich was appalled by his
tale. He said:
“That’s
horrible! How can horses treat their own
kind like that? It’s not right, not
right at all to steal food from a foal!”
I thought:
“There’s
worse to come Tich, brace yourself mate.”
Josh moved on to the time of his escape from his last home. He told the tiny foal about Petra and of her
visits to the yard and liaison with Chantilly.
When Josh came to the part where Petra was trampled to death by her
former herd, Tich was close to tears.
“It was
terrible, I can remember every part of that night, I ain’t gonna forget that in
an ‘urry,” Josh said. Tich started to say:
“No, I’ll
bet you ain’t,,,” Then he corrected
himself: “No I should think not.” Josh had noticed his slip, and smiling
broadly he said:
“You’s
learning quick littl’en.” Tich was
profoundly embarrassed by his momentary slip into sloppy talk.
Silver came in.
She noticed her foal lying beside me, and josh towering over both of
us. Silver was not happy with the
situation.
“Come
‘ere Tich, come ‘ere this instant! I
ain’t ‘aving you talking to that bugger!
‘e’s not worth talking to in a zillion years and an ‘alf! ‘e’s not the type of ‘orse you should be talking
to love, come with me and you’s gonna be okay.”
Tich yawned insultingly at his mother.
“You know
what mum, you’re boring me so much. Josh
isn’t gonna hurt me. He might swear as
if that form of words was his first language, he might be bullish and
uncompromising in his views, but he isn’t all that bad. I know the reason why you hate him, and it’s
not a very good one. If he refused you,
so what! It was probably for the best
anyway.” Silver was outraged!
“’ow the
‘ell can you side with that, that bastard!
I thought I’d brought a sane foal into the world, but now I think
different! You’s insane! You’s not on this planet! You go off with Josh be’ind my back and you
make friends with ‘im, I ‘ate ‘im and you should also! I can’t see what came over Beyancca when she
fostered that brute! It isn’t ‘er fault,
‘cos she can’t ‘elp who she’s lumbered with, being leader N’all, but Josh’s a
menace!” I was furious! I screamed:
“How can
you say that!” I leapt to my feet and
lashed out furiously at the Shetland pony.
My right forefoot caught her in the ribs, sending her flying through the
air! Silver’s scream of agony and
surprise would have woken the dead. She
landed with a crash on the concrete outside my box. I stood there, fur bristling and eyes
blazing! Josh yelled at me:
“Mum, why
the bloody ‘ell did you do that! There
was no need for it!” I told him to:
“Shut it
Josh.” Tich was stunned by the
events. He hadn’t worked it all out
before Silver came staggering back into my box, swearing like mad.
“You’re
still alive then,” I said angrily. Silver said something unprintable. Josh and Tich stared at her.
“’aving a
good look are we? That cow ’as busted my
ribs! She ‘as! I know it!”
Josh pinned Silver against a wall and made a quick examination of her
ribs. During this, Silver squealed and
swore at him. The essence of what she
said, once the language had been sanitised was:
“Get off
me! You’s a brute! I ‘ate you so much! Why don’t you leave me and my foal
alone!” Josh finished his exploration
and pronounced:
“As I
thought, she’s making the whole dam thing up mum. Don’t listen to ‘er, for she’ll only spout
crap at you.” Addressing himself to
Silver he said:
“Now go
back to your disgusting ‘ole and don’t bother me, my mum or Tich ever again,
there’s a good girl.” Silver opened her
mouth to protest, but Josh chased her out of the box, into the barn and into
her box, making sure he slammed both doors, top and bottom and fastened them
securely. Silver’s frothy insults could
be heard plainly from where I lay. From
time to time she would try to batter down the door, but she never got very far. When josh returned to my box, Tich asked him:
“Why did you
lock my mum up Josh? It’s not nice being
locked away in a box, you know that, so why did you do it to mum?”
“’orses
like ‘er need it from time to time Tich mate.
Silver’s a pain in the neck, and that’s putting it politely!” Josh replied.
Tich snapped:
“That’s my
mum you’re talking about Josh!” Josh
said:
“Even so,
she’s still a pain in the neck.” Tich
sprang to his feet and screamed at the Shire horse:
“Perhaps
my mum was right, you are a nasty bugger!”
Tich stormed off. I looked over
at josh, my expression telling him all I needed to.
“yeah
mum, diplomacy isn’t my strong point, don’t say it ‘cos I know it,” Josh said dispiritedly.
“you’ve
blown it for good with him I’ll bet Josh,”
I said. Josh looked at me, tears
welling in his eyes, his voice rose to a tortured screech as he said:
“I know
that! I know I’ve screwed things
up! Don’t rub it in mum! Please don’t rub it in!” My leg hurt from the high speed connection my
right forefoot had made with Silver’s ribs, and to top it off, I felt bloody
sorry for Josh. Diplomacy and tact
weren’t his strong points, I knew that, but it still didn’t stop me from
feeling sorry for him. Silver came back
then, she was apoplectic with rage! She
shouted:
“Josh, where the ‘ell are you? I want you to know what you’ve gone and done
to my foal! ‘e’s a bloody mess now
thanks to your bloody antics! ‘e said
that you’d called me a pain in the neck, and when ‘e’d pointed out that it was
‘is mum you’s talking about, you never even apologised for ‘olding your views,
you went and told Tich that even if it was ‘is mum you were talking about, she
was still a pain in the neck! You even
‘inted that that version of your thoughts was the polite version, I ‘ate to think
what the impolite version was Josh!”
While Silver held forth, I’d noticed Chantilly arrive and stand at a
respectful distance from the enraged Shetland pony. Once Silver had finished her torrent,
Chantilly stepped forward and made her presence known.
“you mean
you can’t take criticism?” Chantilly
asked. Silver whirled round and stared
at her:
“Not you
as well! Every bloody ‘orse in this
place is getting at me today!” She
screamed. Chantilly shook her head as if
Silver’s enraged whinnying hurt her ears.
She said:
“Josh is
right, you is a pain in the neck Silver.
you’s always trying to tell Tich what ‘e should and shouldn’t
think. ‘e can ‘old differing views to
you on whatever ‘e likes, it’s a free country.”
“Sod your
free country!” Silver yelled. Chantilly replied:
“Do they
live in a dictatorship in Shetland?”
Silver lashed out at Chantilly with all her force. Chantilly dodged the flying boot and got her
attack home. Silver limped off cursing
everybody under the sun. Chantilly
looked at me.
“you’s
‘ad an ‘ell of a time of it today ‘aven’t you B’,” she said. I sighed:
“yeah it
hasn’t been the best of days, too warm for one, and then all this. You know what Chantilly, I am beginning to
fear that Silver’s turning into another Domino.
She’s not letting Tich have his own mind!” I replied.
Chantilly came into my box and lay down.
This made the space extremely cramped what with josh and myself in there
also. Josh squeezed out of my box and
disappeared. I reflected that he was
spending less and less time with me.
“He
probably finds me an embarrassment. You
can’t help some teenage horses.”
Chantilly fell asleep, she began
to snore loudly, I thumped her and she stopped.
I got to my feet and stretched.
The day was closing now, and with that came cooler temperatures. Leaving Chantilly asleep in my box, I went in
search of Annie. This mare, not
previously mentioned in any of the stories, lived in a box directly behind
Carina’s in the barn. I found her
staring at the wall and shaking violently.
“Hey
Annie, what’s the matter dear?” I
asked. The poor creature looked at me,
her eyes like soup plates.
“What’s
the matter? Try having a huge man walk
up to you waving the longest lunging whip you’ve ever seen! That’s what the matter is! This whip was huge! Longer than any I’ve ever seen before, and
the man, well he waved it right at me!
Then it folded! The man folded
the whip up and tried to hide it, but I knew he’d still got it, then he tried
to stroke me! I wasn’t having any of
that and told him so! I’ve never been so
scared in all my life!” I thought I knew
what Annie had seen.
“Describe the whip to me Annie,”
I urged. The mare took a deep
breath, swallowed hard and replied:
“About
two metres long I’d say, with a black thing on one end and a large rolling
thing on the other. It frightens me to
think of it Beyancca.” My suspicions
were confirmed. Annie had seen my male
human Friend who had the problem we couldn’t work out. He carried the longest stick I’d ever seen
and waved it about from time to time.
Most horses had got used to it, and I thought Annie had, but it appeared
not. Annie shook and trembled some more.
“I never
want to see that thing again!” She
whinnied.
“Don’t be
rude about my friend!” I
retaughted. Annie snapped:
“No! Not that you burk! it’s the stick I meant!” I tried to calm Annie down a little.
“Look Annie,
he wouldn’t have hit you with the stick.
It’s not used for that! “
“Well, if
it’s not used for hitting horses, then what is it used for? Answer me that one!” Annie demanded.
“He uses it
to find his way about the place. I’m
used to him leading me while he uses the stick.
All right, it’s a bit slower than usual, but we get there in the
end.” I replied. Annie looked doubtful.
“yeah,
right, but I’m not convinced really.
That lunging whip, or stick, as you like to call it, it’s
dangerous! It folds at the drop of a
horseshoe and has a mind of it’s own! Things I don’t understand frighten me
Beyancca! Tell you something, if that
man comes up to me again, and he’s carrying that scary stick, well, I’ll, I’ll,
I’ll kick him where it hurts!” Annie
shouted. I got furious with her, fearing
that she might just carry out her plan.
“You will
do nothing of the sort! You hurt him in
any way and I’ll make sure you don’t live to see another sunrise! I threatened.
Annie backed down.
“I suppose
it was a bit stupid of me to think I could do that Beyancca,” she said faintly. I yelled:
“Stupid! You call it just stupid
do you? Well I don’t! I call it plain bloody insanity!” Annie started squealing with terror. I knew then that I’d blown it for sure.
“Shut it
Annie!” I bellowed. Annie just kept on squealing. After five minutes of this, I got fed up with
the sound and left her.
I wandered about the yard for a while, not really
caring where I ended up. As there is no
such thing as random wandering, there’s always a decision somewhere in the most
aimless wanderer, I ended up in a field with a massive horse! He was huge!
Seventeen hands plus at least he was, with massive hooves and a sort of
“I’ve seen everything and nothing can surprise me” air about him. I’d never seen this horse before, but I
suspected that he might be our now yard famous ex police horse. The humans called him Cruso, and he was
worthy of such a name if what I could see of him from fifteen paces was true. He seemed not to notice me, and I felt
inadequate as I walked towards him. I
don’t think I’ve ever felt so nervous in all my life, and I’m meant to be herd
leader! Eventually Cruso noticed me and
came across to meet me.
“Err, Hi
Cruso,” I said nervously. He stared at me:
“And who
are you, hang on a bit, let me guess, Beyancca isn’t it? You’re herd leader or something, or so they
tell me,” the massive horse said. I smiled:
“yes,
that’s right, I am,” I replied. Cruso looked me up and down.
“You’re
not like most herd leaders. You don’t
demand respect from people, I’m not used to that.”
“What are
you not used to? Leaders demanding
respect, or them not demanding it?” I
asked. Cruso said:
“you
don’t strike me as the type of mare who would lead a herd such as this. You’re not aggressive, threatening, or up in
the foal stakes.” How he knew I hadn’t
had any foals was beyond me. I felt that
to explain all about the way I’d become leader at our first meeting would be
pushing it a bit far, so I left it, but Cruso didn’t. In true police fashion he began to question
me. At the end of half an hour I was
exhausted! That horse certainly knew how
to question! He had it all out of me,
every last dam thing! I left his field
feeling mentally and physically drained.
I say physically, for when I didn’t answer a question to his
satisfaction, Cruso would nudge me with a forefoot until I did! That was crazy behaviour! In the end I was forced to lie down to ensure
that the massive horse didn’t knock me over!
Lying in my box later that night, I decided that Cruso would have to
stop his nudging. I told Josh about it
when he came in around midnight.
“You
tell me if ‘e nudges you again mum and I’ll nudge ‘im so dam ‘ard ‘e’ll not
know what the ‘ell’s ‘it ‘im,” Josh
promised. Cruso came banging on my door
about half an hour after this.
“Bugger
off!” Josh commanded. Cruso left without a word.
“Was
that really necessary Josh? He wasn’t
nudging me then, not at that minute anyway,”
I said. I stuck my head out of my
box and yelled for Cruso. The massive
horse came galloping back eagerly.
“Always
ready for work, always ready for a summons,”
I thought fondly. I thought I’d
grow to like this massive fellow.
“yes
Beyancca, what can I do for you?” he
asked. I replied:
“what
was it you came to my box for?” Cruso
said:
“I WANTED
TO TALK TO YOU a BIT MORE.” Josh yelled:
“Oi
police ‘orse chap! You nudge my mum and
I’ll boot you from ‘ere to next week!”
Cruso ignored Josh, as he was trained to do. I don’t mean he was trained to ignore Josh,
for he’d never met josh in his life, but Cruso was trained to ignore shouted
sentiments. I said:
“My foal
doesn’t like you nudging me when you question me Cruso.” Cruso stuck his head in at my door and swore
under his breath.
“I don’t
know what you call a foal round here Beyancca, in my book that isn’t a
foal!” Josh leered up at the massive
horse from where he lay. I didn’t think
Cruso and Josh were going to get on somehow.
Josh had an inherent distrust of the police, and Cruso, even though he
was a horse, he had worked with the police and that was enough for Josh to put
him down as authority. Cruso and I left
the yard and made our way towards the river.
The massive horse asked me questions about the other horses in the yard,
both past and present, as well as the places we passed. We came to the place where Chantilly had
almost lost her life, and this came up in conversation. Actually I did most of the talking, Cruso
just listened and I’m sure took every word in and stored it in his massive
memory. I told Cruso about Jasper and of
Chantilly’s love affair with him, and of the manner of Jasper’s death.
“I hope
you tried Chantilly for killing her husband?
Crime of passion though it might have been.” Cruso asked.
I assured him that I upheld the law, but I reminded him that equine law
did not match up to that of the humans, and that he was governed by equine law
now.
We returned to the yard just as dawn was coming
in. Cruso was apologetic for keeping me
up all night. I noticed something about
him then. When Cruso spoke to me, he
spoke with a kind of deference, as if he’d accepted my authority as leader,
that was strange to me. When he left me,
Cruso even dropped his head in a submissive gesture, his nose almost brushing
my boots. While this display was taking
place, I heard someone say:
“What’s
this!
I’ve never seen a horse bow down to that cow!” I swore under my breath and turned
towards Confiada.
“Shut it
Confi’,” I said. This shortened version of her name, “Confi” I
mean, was what the instructors sometimes referred to her as. Confiada hated it! I meant to offend her, because she had poured
scorn on another horse’s mannerisms. IF
Cruso wanted to show deference to his leader, then let him. All right, I found it profoundly
embarrassing, but it wasn’t life threatening.
Confiada screamed at me:
“Don’t
call me Confi’!”
“yes Madam,”
I replied. Confiada told me to do
something that I cannot print, and stormed off.
Cruso watched her go.
“She’s
not flavour of the month I see,” he
said.
“She
ain’t the flavour of any month,”
Chantilly chipped in. Cruso looked
at her.
“Do all
the horses that live here talk as you do?”
he asked. Chantilly asked:
“Why do
you ask? Is it a problem?” Cruso’s fur stood up on end, he was obviously
not a fan of one question being answered with another.
“answer
my question!” he snapped. Chantilly, offended and confused by this
strange horse’s manner, replied:
“No I
bloody won’t! You ain’t gonna get any ‘elp from me if you talk to me like
that!” Cruso relaxed, he looked
sheepish:
“That’s
my Police upbringing coming through again,”
he said ashamedly. Chantilly
pounced on him and, In a metaphorical sense, ate him for lunch!:
“You’s
‘ad a police upbringing, well even if you ‘ave, you’s not in the police no
more! You’s in a yard, with a ‘erd
leader, you ain’t in no police force now!
Cruiser, or whatever your name is, you’d better watch what you
say!” Cruso was upset by Chantilly’s
hard line.
“My name’s
Cruso, and I didn’t mean to upset you, sorry about that,” he said
ashamedly. Chantilly gave our newest
resident a disgusted stare and left it.
I could see my new-found friend was upset and
frightened by Chantilly’s manner.
“Don’t
worry about her Cruso, she’s not usually like that. I’ll talk with her, make her see sense,” I promised.
Cruso nuzzled my cheek:
“Thanks
Beyancca, thanks for everything,” he said softly. I watched Cruso trudge back to his
field. I wondered if Chantilly hadn’t been
too harsh on him. I went to her box to
have a chat with her.
“’e’s
got’a learn! ‘e’s not in the police no
more B’!” Chantilly whinnied. I replied calmly:
“I know
that Chantilly, but can’t you give him a chance? He’s only been in this yard a few weeks! How long did it take you to acclimatise to
your new home? Months if I remember
rightly, so you’ve got no grounds to bitch on at him.” Chantilly knew she was beaten. She hung her head and retired into her box.
“Thank
you Chantilly,” I thought as she turned
her back on me.
I Think I’ll leave it now. The day’s hot and I’m not in the mood for
narrating any more of this thing. Don’t
worry, I haven’t given up on it completely, I feel that this story’s gone on
long enough that’s all. I think I’ll go
back to my box and lie down. See you
sometime later.
I, MARTIN WILSHER, here by assert and give notice of my right under
section 77 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as
the author of the foregoing article.
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