Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jul 30, 2017 0:47:01 GMT -6
our voices carry
careful words we can barely speak out loud
“A lion’s work hours
are only when
he’s hungry.
Once he’s satisfied,
the predator and prey
lie peacefully together.”
- Chuck Jones.
If there was one thing Cara knew she could do well, it was manual labour, and this was why she appeared in the barn as soon as it opened in the morning and didn't leave until she had no choice but to do so. Not only did she enjoy the physical work, as she didn't have gymnastics training here, and while she hadn't been on a team since her previous school, and that more close to a year ago now, as she had been homeschooled at the yard she work on before here, she knew that she was required to keep herself in condition.are only when
he’s hungry.
Once he’s satisfied,
the predator and prey
lie peacefully together.”
- Chuck Jones.
She shook her head as she watched the gelding she worked with as he reorganised the stall she had just finished skipping out. "I am truly sorry if I have not made the bed to your specifications, my good Sir. I shall try and do better next time." However, she had quickly worked out that no matter what she did, the pony seemed to enjoy throwing his bedding around after she had finished with the stall, and even more on the days when she added more than normal.
She circled her shoulder, wincing every time it moved up, but quickly brushed off the pain as she lifted the barrow and wheeled it out of the barn and to the muck heap. After dumping it, she took it to the washstall to clean it out and then returned all the tools before walked into the tack room and setting herself up to give the gelding's gear a thorough clean.
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