WASN'T EXPECTING THAT...
(At first I will talk a little out of character/out of game-ish. My friend Rika had made me this coat for my American Saddlebred mare Donaire, called Rosie. She is really amazing at making coats as you can see!)
It was wednesday morning, about five o'clock, when I heard the sounds of wheels on stones. I tossed my fluffy blanket aside and jumped into my pink rabbit-slippers. Thereafter I sprung, almost, from bed to window in one big step. With the curtains out of the way, I could look out to see what happened. And what I saw made me gasp! There was parked an enormous horse trailer, more like a horsebus, in front of the stable. You couldn't, almost, even see the stable!
What is it doing there? I thought to myself, putting the indexfinger at my lip. I was confused, because I wasn't expecting any form of delivery, and really not something as big as something inside a horsetrailer! Or at least not today.
I mean, the other day I bought some horses from USA, but they shouldn't land in little, cold England before sunday. This is really weird... So I ran to the door, in my purple flannal-pajamas, and stuck my feet into the pretty ugly, pinkspotted rubber-boots. I wanted to find out what was happening at my little, quiet stable.
When I got outside I throwed my arms around my body, shivering. I quickly got inside again, finding my jacket. It was too cold for running around outside in one's pajamas.
At the time I got outside the driver was outside the trailer/bus-thingy, opening the back of it. When he saw me, he waved at me, but didn't stop what he was doing. I waved back, waving him to me. I had to talk to him, and him to me, to understand what was going on here. It wasn't often I didn't know what is going on at my stable, and I didn't like the feeling.
"Hey!" I greeted him.
"Eyh." He yelled back at me, lifting his cap, as I walked a bit closer. He didn't got closer to me, still busy with doing whatever was his job.
"Hey you, what are you doing?" I asked, still with my arms around me.
"Delivering horses to a..." He took a slip of paper from his poked, and looked like he was reading something at it. He looked from the slip to my Spanish-ish look "Therese Evans, the owner of Dead End Stables?"
"That's me, yes, but I was expecting the horses at sunday?" I said confused, quirking an eyebrow at his words.
"The previous owners send the horses with me a bit earlier, so you get the horses now." He took his cap of and scratched his bald head. Then he took another slip of paper from his pocked "Someone should have send you an e-mail about it."
"They haven't." I answered bluntly.
"Okay, then I must say 'sorry' from the company." He smiled apologetical, almost sheepish.
"That's quite alright, I just wasn't expecting anything today. To be frank, you just woke me up." I smiled almost as sheepish as him, and nodded at the trailer "Then let's get the horses inside the stable. They must be freezing in this cold weather. Give me a minut, I will get my stablehand Thomas." I was about to run to the house, when I felt the man's hand on my shoulder.
"Don't wake him. You can take one and I will take the other. No need to wake him up this early. I feel bad enough for waking you up." He smiled like a friendly grandpa, and opened the trailer.
When it was opened, all I could see was two horse-butts. One Cream-ish with a dark-ish tail and one Chestnut with a slightly lighter tail than his body. My mare and my stallion. I almost clapped like an excited child, but didn't. I didn't want to give the horses a scare. They must be nervous enough already, being in a whole new, very cold and strange land.
"Let's get to it, shall we?" The driver said with a big grin. I just nodded, waiting for him to get the first horse out of the trailer. He gave me the rope with the cream-mare in the other end.
I walked a little away from the trailer, to give him space for the stallion. Shortly after, he was outside the trailer with the chestnut stallion too.
"Lead the way, Miss!" He said with the same big grin.
I began walking towards the stable with the driver right behind me. The stallion seemed frisky and tripping, maybe because of the weird, white thing at the ground we called snow. Anyhow, the mare was really cool. And then we were inside the stable, I pointed out a stall for the stallion and chose one for the mare.
"Thanks for your help." I smiled at the man, who just said no problem. When I have paid him he drove of again. I patted the mare, and then the stallion, giving the both of them a carrot. I wrote DEE Jazzman at the stallion's stall-sticker and DEE Doraine at the mares.
"Looking forward to work with you guys!"