Roy snorted as the saddle fell and he
shied away from it a few steps. She
heard her grandfather laughing from behind her. “I thought that Clydesdales
were supposed to be calmer and Quarter Horses more flighty,” Ruth complained.
“Mirage is over 22 years-old and trained
to compete. Ol’ Roy just turned 4 this year.”
“Then why do you keep calling him ol’
Roy?”
“Because he will be old, some day, and
young Roy sounds derogatory. I wouldn’t be derogatory toward a creature that
large but if you want to, you have at it.” Ruth wondered how she’d never before
realized her grandfather was a tad loopy.
~Grace Marshall
From my story coming out this June, No Pizza Delivery
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