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Date:4/16/2014 6:14:11 AM
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The Day I Got Clue#5 ♥
The Day I Got Clue#5 ♥
I thought of no better story to tell than my own. This is the story of how I go my horse, Clue. THE DAY I GOT CLUE- My alarm clock woke me up that morning. It was summer, and as far as I knew it was going to be an average hot sunny day. Who knew what I would do? But, little did I know- my many years of waiting were over. My dad was dropping me over at my mom's house that morning. As well pulled into the driveway I had my hand on the handle ready to spring. I remembered what my mother had told me last week. About the horse sale. It was today. My dad unlocked the door for me and I rushed in. Our three dogs went wild. "Hush!" I whispered. It was five a.m. so, who was awake? I walked up the stairs, skipping the thirteenth, made a sharp right turn to my bedroom door, and walked in. I only got about a foot before I tripped over something. A painful shiver ran up my elbows into my neck and spine. OWWW! Why do they call it the funny bone? It's not even funny! I glanced back at my feet. I tripped over a horse from my breyer collection. How stupid? Still throbbing a bit I limped over to my bed. I pulled back the plain yellow sheets, climbed in, and slept for about another four hours. I woke up hungry. I told my mom. "What do you want?" She asked. I thought for a moment. "Let's see, there is...pancakes-" She said, but I stopped her there. I knew what I wanted. "Pancakes sound good." "'Kay." She said getting out the pancake mix. It was very good. The kind that really sticks to your ribs. The sale wasn't for a while so all there was to do was watch Judge Alex, until' 4:30. Then (FINALLY) it was 4:30 which was about the time we needed to leave if we were to pick up my Grandfather and drive all the way out to Magnolia in time for the horse sale. We needed to take my grandpa because 1) My mom said she wouldn't buy a horse without my grandpa or my uncle's input 2) My grandfather was once quite a skilled horseman 3) My uncle lives in Fort Worth (too far away). So anyway back to my story. I thought that time would end before we got to the sale barn. Because appearently we were leaving America!!! Or, so I thought. I watched as we entered horse country. FINALLY WE WERE THERE! I thrusted open the car door, hopped out and kissed the gravely road below me. Ok, so I really didn't praise the ground below me, but I was seriously thinking about it. I was the first out of my Mother and Grandfather to reach the large green barn. "Hurry up." I muttered. Probably because I was younger, and little excited too. We entered the barn and passed down rows of stalls with horses, foals, and one donkey. One the second rown last stall on the left. We saw a nice looking American Paint Horse. A bio was taped to his stall: Clue I'm a four year old/geldling /great with kids/love the lake. It had a picture a kid drew of a horse. We also saw a coal black mare that was sick, so she wasn't allowed at my boarding barn. On the same row that Clue was on, only the righ
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