Dreams of a Mare
Patient forbearance only goes so far, but at a point one really has to act. The Pilgrims set out hoping to find more agreeable company in the New World Savages than they did their English brethren. In appreciation of the new feeling of trust they found, they invented a holiday where they incapacitated themselves with dolorous-making New World foods that left them defenselessly listless for days, where they could languidly relish the relative safety of abiding by their new friends.
I had lost my bid to get away with the handsome and crafty vagrant. The worst happened when he decided to enlist both of us in his quest to find a man who might be any kind of animal, who was perhaps miniaturized or perhaps a giant, and who may or may not want to be found, but was last seen running away. What this man had that Mustafio wanted was still a mystery to me, as much as in my travels before coming to this place, I had heard random tales of Mustafio's associates, always unsatisfactorily incomplete.
Well, hey, at least we'd get out of this barn and this ridiculous stand-off where somehow circumstances had appointed this wanderer as "judge," by dint, I suppose, of him being the closest to enjoying true freedom.
I was rethinking my idea of finding a "new best friend," somehow it just doesn't ever work out. I was still stuck with that controlling harridan who kept me penned until such time as she had tasks for me, and did not allow me even a few kite-building materials and a little time in the meadow to try out recreations of the flying contraptions I remembered and dreamt of in my days as a foal. Why don't grown horses play with kites? It's a sad question to contemplate. I longed for the day to make it untrue. Certainly, I would cooperate once again with the vagrant.
"Sssst! … Frau Staupitz!"
I saw my agent, whom I had long thought gone, appear in a chink in the siding. There were so many things I wanted to say, starting with "Where the hell have you been?" But instead I just stamped a hoof and snorted recognition. He left a package for me and retreated.
Mister Atomic was keeping Mustafio fully engaged in a real or mock hysteria of epic drama, on his favorite subject, so no one noticed me sidle over to the bundle and put it in my pocket, very much looking forward to hitting the road.
I had lost my bid to get away with the handsome and crafty vagrant. The worst happened when he decided to enlist both of us in his quest to find a man who might be any kind of animal, who was perhaps miniaturized or perhaps a giant, and who may or may not want to be found, but was last seen running away. What this man had that Mustafio wanted was still a mystery to me, as much as in my travels before coming to this place, I had heard random tales of Mustafio's associates, always unsatisfactorily incomplete.
Well, hey, at least we'd get out of this barn and this ridiculous stand-off where somehow circumstances had appointed this wanderer as "judge," by dint, I suppose, of him being the closest to enjoying true freedom.
I was rethinking my idea of finding a "new best friend," somehow it just doesn't ever work out. I was still stuck with that controlling harridan who kept me penned until such time as she had tasks for me, and did not allow me even a few kite-building materials and a little time in the meadow to try out recreations of the flying contraptions I remembered and dreamt of in my days as a foal. Why don't grown horses play with kites? It's a sad question to contemplate. I longed for the day to make it untrue. Certainly, I would cooperate once again with the vagrant.
"Sssst! … Frau Staupitz!"
I saw my agent, whom I had long thought gone, appear in a chink in the siding. There were so many things I wanted to say, starting with "Where the hell have you been?" But instead I just stamped a hoof and snorted recognition. He left a package for me and retreated.
Mister Atomic was keeping Mustafio fully engaged in a real or mock hysteria of epic drama, on his favorite subject, so no one noticed me sidle over to the bundle and put it in my pocket, very much looking forward to hitting the road.
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