Hi. My name is horseydude. Welcome to my blog. I will be posting stories and some other stuff on this blog. I don’t have as much time to write stories, so I don’t post TOO often.
P.S. The stories are all written by me!
Hi. My name is horseydude. Welcome to my blog. I will be posting stories and some other stuff on this blog. I don’t have as much time to write stories, so I don’t post TOO often.
P.S. The stories are all written by me!
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Summer is coming in 2 months! Here are some ideas for you to have a great time on your own or with a bunch of friends.
1. Start a new collection. You don’t have to have just one collection, of, say, baseball cards. There’s tons of things you can make collections of. For example, bobble-heads, hats, stickers, and snow-globes (even though it’s the wrong season)!
2. Make a Youtube channel and make some videos to post! They can be comedy, drama, or just explain something! For example, make a music video. Pick a song you like, and record yourself either singing it, playing it on an instrument, or even dance to it! You could also make a how-to video (like maybe teach someone how to build something), a Lego movie (or something of the sort) and even write a play. Use your imagination this summer!
3. Learn a new sport and/or invent one! If you don’t know how, maybe you can learn how to skateboard or play beach volleyball. Or invent one, maybe with you friends. Maybe one day you’re biking and absentmindedly nudge a soccer ball with you bike wheel or a baseball bat you might be holding. Suddenly, you decide to make a game called Sike (Bike and Soccer) or Socikeball (Soccer, Baseball, and Bike). That could be fun.
4. Create a band with your friends. You don’t have to be as good as One Republic or The Wanted, but if you play guitar and you have friends who play piano and flute, why not join up, print some sheet music for each other, and start jamming?!
5. Take a neat picture. Do you have a camera, or even a phone? Some ideas are: something funny (like a dog riding a skateboard), something gross (like maybe some weird flavour of ice-cream), something cool (you with a famous athlete or something)!
6. Write a poem, song, play, and/or novel. It can be about anything–you decide! This is your summer we’re talking about.
7. Start a website just like this one! It’s really easy, and you can have tons of fun with it! There are many places where you can make a free or really cheap website. You could post things like I do, your Youtube videos, and much, much more!
8. Get a tan! But make sure you don’t get sunburn or wreck your eyes.
9. Discover your new favourite athlete. Summer is a great time to sit back, relax, and Google athletes who play your favourite sport or are just really good. Maybe you can check out some of the guys (and gals) who are going to be taking part in the Russia 2014 winter Olympics in February. Do a search on them and learn as much as you can, then when the Olympics come, watch them on TV or YouTube and cheer!!!
10. Create a scrapbook or photo journal of all the fun things you’ve done this summer! Maybe you’ve done all other 9 things I wrote here, and you want to remember them. So, take pictures and write about everything you’ve done and make a scrapbook, photo journal, normal journal, or collage. There’s many other things you can do with all the fun things you’ll do this summer!
Hope you all have a great summer!
Once upon a time there was a pony named Lulu. Lulu lived at a stable called: The Royal Horse Paradise. The owner of “The Royal Horse Paradise” was a woman named Sabrina Trent. Her youngest daughter was Lulu’s rider, Tiffany Trent. Tiffany’s 14 year old daughter was Caitlin Trent.
One day, Mrs. Trent gave her daughter good news. “Would you and Lulu like to enter a pony competition? You can sign up for beginners level. It will be fun. The show’s in three weeks. Would you like to give it a try, Tiffany?”
“I’d love to go!” exclaimed 8 year old Tiffany with a huge grin on her face.”I’ve been waiting for this chance ever since Caitlin won first place with Yoshi!”
For the next few weeks, Tiffany and Lulu practiced together. Since Tiffany was only eight, she was not doing jumping competitions, or races. She was starting with a basic, beginner’s beauty show.
The day before the competition, Tiffany worked hard at making sure that she and Lulu would remember what to do. She remembered not to overwork herself and Lulu. Caitlin and her mom had been coaching her for the past three weeks.
After practice, Tiffany gave Lulu a bath, and brushed her down extra well and with the greatest care that a little girl could ever give her pony.
On the morning of the show, Caitlin helped her little sister braid Lulu’s mane and tail and put hot pink ribbons on herself and Lulu’s hair.
After that, Tiffany, her mom, and Caitlin loaded Lulu onto the horse trailer and got into their truck.
When they arrived at the fair grounds, they unloaded Lulu. Tiffany got out the hoof shine, and Caitlin applied it on Lulu’s hoofs. Meanwhile, Tiffany’s mom helped her put on her clean, beige jodhpurs, her navy blue show shirt, and her black, silk helmet cover on top of her helmet.
Soon, Lulu and Tiffany’s division was called. Lulu was #9 out of 12 competitors.
When it was Tiffany’s turn, she smiled like she was supposed to, and quickly went over the steps in her mind.
First, she Lulu around the ring.
Then, she trotted around twice.
After that, the judges gave directions and Lulu followed them perfectly, just like they had practiced with Caitlin and Tiffany’s mom.
When the last horse or pony had gone, the tense wait began.
Finally, the places were called.
“Mitchelle Sanford riding Ocean Jupiter in the ‘Begginer’s Beauty’, please come and recieve your third place ribbon. Oscar Belmont riding Zack Attack, please come and recieve your second place ribbon. And the last, best, but not least, Tiffany Trent and Lulu! Please come and recieve your first place ribbon and your $50 cash prize!” said judge Mickay Ross.
Well! Tiffany, Mrs. Trent, and Caitlin were so excited! They rushed up to the prize tent with Tiffany riding Lulu. Mr. Ross pinned a first place ribbon onto Lulu’s bridle, gave Mrs. Trent the cash prize, and congratulated the whole family.
It was a happy Trent family that went home from the fair that day. To celebrate Tiffany’s victory, her mom brought Tiffany and Caitlin to the Paradise Cafe for a special treat.
Tiffany never forgot that glorious day of her first win on Lulu.
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Chapter 6 was the last chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed it, and please comment about what you think in the comments.
The Moment of Truth!
I was dying to open that envelope and see what Mrs. Walker and Mr. Radford had been so mysterious about, but I took Mrs. Walker’s instructions and didn’t open it until I got home.
When I did, I gasped. I couldn’t believe my eyes! There, tucked carefully inside the envelope, was a check for two thousand dollars! My eyes bulged, and I opened the letter that had been in the envelope with the cheque.
Our dear friend Emily,
This is for buying your horse, Sundance. We were proud to hear about you giving to that poor family, and not thinking about yourself. As well, Ritchie is rich and has the money. He would like to do something good with it as he doesn’t need it all, and I suggested giving it to you for buying the horse. We know how hard it was to give up all that money and work, so we are also glad for you making a break through to Ritchie, and he apologizes for being so cold about you in your first days at the stables, as he now realizes that you made the big difference, in being kind to him.
Your friends, Mrs. W & Ritchie Radford
Like when Mrs. Walker had first given me the hundred dollars, I started crying. Suddenly I stopped, and tucking both the letter and the check into the envelope, I brought it downstairs to show Mom and Dad.
“What is it, honey?” Mom asked me first.
“Yeah, what is it?” Dad peered over my shoulder.
“It’s a cheque for two thousand dollars,” I said, feeling choked up. Dad gasped, and Mom was quiet.
“If it was given to you, it’s for you to spend,” Mom said quietly, holding out her hand for the letter. I handed it to her, and her eyes scanned over it. She rubbed her eyes with her apron, and turned away. “They’re so generous, but yes, you deserve it,” she told me.
“So you get your pony!” Dad bellowed. “That’s my girl!” He grabbed me around the waist and all of a sudden we were all happy and dancing.
“I’d better go thank Mrs. Walker,” I said finally, tired out.
“Yes, you should,” Mom agreed. So all of us including Ricky, walked out to Mrs. Walker’s house with a basket of goodies.
“Hello!” Mrs. Walker answered the door on the first ring, with a twinkle in her eye. I threw myself on her, hugging her. “Did you buy Sundance yet?” she asked expectantly.
“Not yet,” I replied. “Mom and Dad promised that we’ll go there right after school. But I have my stable job first.”
“Don’t worry, Ritchie won’t mind if you’re a bit late.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” she nodded solemnly.
“Well, we really appreciate this,” Mom said, tearing up. She hugged Mrs. Walker, and Dad shook her hand.
“No problem. Like we wrote in the letter, Ritchie wanted to spend his money on something worthwhile, so when Emma here told us about giving the money away, we agreed on doing this.”
We ate a joyful dinner at Mrs. Walker’s house, and Mr. Radford showed up too.
The next day, Mr. Radford left the stables in his friend’s care for a couple hours, and he joined Mrs. Walker and my whole family in going to buy Sundance.
“Hi Emma,” Suzanne said.
“Where’s Sundance? Have you sold him?” I asked quickly, scanning wildly around.
“Don’t worry, Daddy keeps his word,” she assured me.
“Oh, thanks,” I said. “Hi, Hank.”
“So you’ve come for the colt?” Hank asked me.
“Yeah,” I replied, handing him a thick wad of bills. He quickly counted them, then led us all to his stall.
“He doesn’t like much of a crowd,” he told us. So Mr. Radford, Mrs. Walker and I went in to see Sundance.
We brought Sundance home in a horse trailer borrowed from the Kerrs. A Western saddle and bridle were included, and I used the blue halter from Christmas that I had brought from home. Hank also included a dark green saddle blanket free of charge.
Mrs. Walker and Mr. Radford left when we got home, but we all thanked them over and over again.
“Welcome to your new home,” I told Sundance, leading him down the ramp. In the barn, he whinnied and all of our other horses whinnied back.
Sundance was a dream come true.
Arriving at the stables, I grabbed the gift for Mr. Radford, then climbed out of the car and said bye to Dad.
“Hi Mr. Radford,” I called out.
“Hey,” he mumbled, taking off his hat nodding. I thought that was a good change from his usual ‘unh’.
“I brought a gift for you.”
“You did?” he asked, looking up in surprise.
“Yeah,” I nodded. I ambled up to him and handed the gift wrapped in paper with horses galloping, to him. “Go ahead,” I said expectantly. “Open it.”
He carefully pulled the packaging away, and gazed at the brown Stetson resting on some soft straw. “Thank you,” he whispered, slowly lifting the hatand placing it on his head.
“You’re welcome,” I replied happily, then got to work.
“I’ll finish up here,” Mr. Radford grunted, motioning for me to hand over the saddle soap and cloth.
“We can work together,” I suggested. Mr. Radford nodded, then grabbed another saddle to polish, and another cloth.
The work was done in record time, with both of us doing it.
Two hours later, Mr. Radford showed me into his house.
“You want hot chocolate or a soft drink?” he asked, gesturing for me to sit on the high, leathery sofa.
“Yes please, a soft drink,” I responded absentmindedly, gazing around the huge mansion. There were crystal chandeliers, oak chairs with velvet cushions, and leather sofas. It was obvious he was rich.
“What type?” he interrupted my thoughts.
“Oh, do you have Orange Crush?”
“Sure,” he went back into the kitchen, and came back a moment later holding a can of the orange drink I had asked for. “Here,” he grunted again, passing it to me.
“Thanks,” I smiled at him.
“You’re welcome.” There was the hint of a smile on his weathered face, then it disappeared and he sat down on the sofa next to me. “You read horse magazines?” he asked.
“Some,” I answered. He rifled through a stack of magazines, then offered me a pile with horses and ponies of all sorts on the covers.
The rest of the time I chatted with Mr. Radford about Sundance and Big Jake.
When I heard Dad’s horn honk, I stood up abruptly, knocking my can over.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Radford,” I exclaimed, quickly picking it back up.
“It’s okay,” he waved it away. “It was empty anyhow. So you have to go?”
“Yeah,” I said regretfully. “But I’m coming again tomorrow after school.” This time Mr. Radford smiled for real, as he showed me to the door. “See you tomorrow,” I said to him.
“See you tomorrow,” he nodded.
After I got home, I went straight to Mrs. Walker’s house to tell her all about my time with her son.
“Mrs. Walker, Mrs. Walker!” I called while ringing the doorbell.
“Howdy, girlie,” she grinned when she opened the door. “What’s the rush? Well, first come in, then you can explain.”
So when I was settled on a comfy chesterfield, I described what had happened at Mr. Radford’s stables.
“So you’ve finally broken through?” she smiled broadly. “That’s good news.”
“That reminds me of the bad news,” I remembered glumly.
“What?” Mrs. Walker asked worriedly.
“Well, last Sunday at bible study the pastor was talking about this family of ten who needed two thousand dollars to pay the rent, plus they can’t even buy a decent meal. So I gave my ‘Sundance’ fund to them that very day, so I don’t have Sundance,” I explained.
“That’s too bad,” Mrs. Walker sympathized. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to keep on praying, hoping, and working!” I informed her determinedly.
“That’s my Emma!” Mrs. Walker raised her arm in victory. “Now, get along now and get to work.” She hurried me out the door.
At home, I went into the kitchen and pulled out a recipe book of desserts.
“What are you doing?” Mom asked, coming in.
I explained to her what had happened at the stables, and that I was planning to bring Mr. Radford something delicious. Mom was delighted that we were on our way to becoming friends since we’d be seeing so much of each other, and she helped me pick a recipe for oatmeal cookies and triple fudge brownies, and helped me make them.
The following day after school, I biked to Radford Stables on my own.
As soon as I got there, Mr. Radford greeted me with a slim smile and helped me do all the work, making it all only take one hour.
“Come into the house,” he invited me after all the stalls had been mucked, all the horses brushed, and all the tack cleaned. “So, Orange Crush as usual?” he winked.
So we spent another hour talking, eating the food I had baked the day before, and drinking our drinks.
The hour flew by all too soon, and I was sorry to leave.
I heard a car pull into the gravel driveway, then Mr. Radford called to me. “Wait, come back! I have something for you.”
“Hello,” said a voice. It was Mrs. Walker.
“Hi Mrs. Walker!” I cried.
“We have something for you,” she said mysteriously, grabbing her son’s hand.
“Come inside, Mom and Emily,” Mr. Radford said, ushering us in. When I was seated, Mr. Radford pulled something from his pocket and handed it to Mrs. Walker. She in turn brought it to me, and smiled. It was an envelope with my name on it.
“Don’t open it until you get home,” Mrs. Walker told me.
The Poor Family
Two months had gone by. It was already February, and I only had three more months to come up with money for buying Sundance. But suddenly, the opportunity came.
One day I went to visit Mrs. Walker. Her son Richard Radford was there, and we talked about horses the whole time. Before Richard left, he offered me a job at his stables, working every day for two hours after school and four hours on Saturday, at five dollars an hour. I accepted after talking it over with my parents, and started the next Saturday. That was a good way to make money, since I’d make $360 every month, just from that.
I also kept on doing extra chores, and by the beginning of February I had $1256, plus I was getting paid $360 the next day.
“Hi Mr. Radford,” I said cheerfully on Saturday, starting to muck some.
“Unh,” came Mr. Radford’s cold grunt.
As soon as I finished mucking stalls, brushing horses, and cleaning tack, I went to the main office to wait for my pay.
“Mr. Radford?” I called from the main room.
“Coming.” He shuffled into the room, carrying a cash box. “Here.” He thrust a fat envelope full of bills into my hand.
I thanked him, then rushed home. “I almost have enough!” I joyfully cried. Mrs. Walker was sitting on the porch, and she smiled at me, patting the chair beside her.
“Do you like your job at Radford Stables?” she asked me.
“Well, Mr. Radford isn’t very sociable, but anything that has to do with horses, I love,” I admitted truthfully.
“I see,” Mrs. Walker nodded. “Well, good luck in making the rest of the money.” She walked back into her house and shut the door. I shrugged, then ran the rest of the way home.
“So how much money do you have?” Dad asked me at dinner.
“One second,” I ran upstairs for my notebook. “I have one thousand six hundred sixteen dollars, and I need three hundred eighty four dollars more,” I answered when I came back down.
“Congratulations!” Dad high-fived me.
“But I still do need three hundred eighty four dollars, and that’s more than I get for next month’s pay day.”
“What about that garage sale you were talking about?” Dad asked. “You could have one, you know.”
“You’d let me?”
“Yeah, if that’d get you the money you need for a horse.”
“Yippee!” I jumped off my chair, did a little dance around the table, then sat back down and resumed dinner. For the whole evening, we made plans for the garage sale, setting a date then making posters.
The next day, we finished off the posters and put them up around the neighborhood. The sale was set for next week on Saturday.
For the next few days, after school Ricky and I were busy organizing our things around the garage, with price tags on several items, and tags on tables loaded down with other books and toys. Ricky had also agreed to give up most of his stuffed toys, his golf ball collection, and an old football and baseball mitt.
The day of the garage sale had come! Ricky brought out a plate of cookies and brownies, and I brought out a jug of lemonade and some paper cups. We had had the brilliant idea of selling baked goods and lemonade at the sale, so we’d maybe drum up even more business.
“These are yummy,” a little boy said, munching a brownie. “Can I have another, Mommy?” His mom sighed, pulled out another nickel, and handed it to us. She took a brownie off the plate and handed it to the boy who had just finished his fourth.
“No more, Johnny,” she said to him, then took his hand and went off to a table of books for toddlers, and stuffed toys.
“Told you selling refreshments would be a good idea,” Dad laughed, mopping his brow. “Look what I brought!” He was holding a plastic tub filled with ice and cans of soft drinks.
“Perfect,” I assured him.
We sold the drinks for a dollar each, and they were gone within ten minutes.
An hour later, we were sold out of both refreshments and toys and books, but we kept restocking the refreshments.
That night when we counted out the money, we figured out we had made $285 from the wares, and $34 from refreshments. The grand total was $319, but I still needed $65 more.
“Don’t worry!” Dad said, “We’ll give you sixty-five dollars. We haven’t contributed much to your funds, anyways.”
“You mean it?” I cried.
“You bet!” Dad answered. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him, and to Mom, too. I high-fived Ricky, and that night I couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow I would buy Sundance from the Kerrs!
Since it was Sunday, before driving to Kerr Academy we went to church. After the sermon, we had to stay for Mom and Dad’s bible study. Ricky and I went with them, since there was nothing else to do.
I was dreaming about riding Sundance when I heard the bible study leader say something about a family of ten, who lived in a tiny, dirty bungalow. The time to pay the rent was coming up, but they didn’t have the two thousand dollars to pay it off! The rent was due this very day, but if it wasn’t paid the landlord would throw them out.
I felt that this was a God-thing, and that he wanted me to give the two thousand dollars I had worked so hard for to this family. I sighed, then said, “I have two thousand dollars.”
“But Emily, you’ve worked so hard and long to buy your pony!” Dad said. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, it’s between me and God,” I said firmly. Dad kissed me, then arranged to drive to the family’s house right after bible study with Pastor Matt, the leader of the bible study.
The Newmans, that was the family in need, wept tears of joy and thanked me over and over again for my kindness. I kept silent and just nodded, for fear that my tears might start coming and not stop.
“I’m proud of you, Ems,” Dad told me on the drive home. “I know how much that pony meant to you and how long and hard it was to earn those two thousand dollars.”
At home, I cried and cried until I felt empty. Then I went out to the stable for a long ride on Big Jake, who seemed the only one who could calm me. It worked, and when I came home I went to sleep.
In the morning, I got up early and got ready for school. After riding Big Jake in the fields for an hour, I got into the car to wait for Dad and Ricky.
At school, my thoughts weren’t with my lessons. All day I longed to go for another long ride on Big Jake, and daydreamed about riding Sundance through the meadows.
Finally, the three fifteen bell rang for school to be dismissed. I said bye to Suzanne, then got into Dad’s car and he drove me to my job at Radford Stable.
Two days later it was Christmas. I slipped down the stairs at six o’clock, presents in hand. Ricky was already waiting, and there were several presents stacked under our towering Christmas tree. Our stockings were bulging, but best of all it was snowing!
“Merry Christmas!” I cried.
“Merry Christmas!” Ricky embraced me.
“Merry Christmas,” Mom and Dad yawned, coming in. “Might as well open presents now, huh?”
“First things first,” Mom reminded him. “First we pray.”
We grabbed hands all around and closed our eyes. Then Dad prayed, “Dear God, thanks so much for this day. Thanks for sending your son Jesus to first be born in a stinky barn, then later crucified. We’re so thankful for blessing us with a loving family, and wonderful horses, too. In your name we pray, amen!”
“Amen!” we all chorused loudly.
“I want to be hander outer!” I yelled.
“No way, you were last year!” Ricky shouted back.
“Alright, you can be Santa,” I sighed. Ricky grinned, hugged me, then went to his station beside the tree. He handed first a gift to me, then Mom and Dad.
Nestled inside a box of stuffing was a beautiful, robin egg blue halter! It was from Mom, so I dropped the box and hugged her. “For Sundance, when you buy him,” she said softly, then ruffled my hair.
“Thanks,” I whispered, then hugged her again.
“Em-ma,” Ricky said impatiently. He was holding a box, which he handed to me. “It’s from Dad.”
I undid the ribbon and unwrapped the paper. I gawked. Inside were two Breyer horses. One looked exactly like Big Jake, even with the fringe of mane that always fell over his eyes. To my delight, the other one was an exact replica of Sundance. “Dad!” I squealed. “Thanks so much, how did you know about them?” Dad looked at me with that mysterious look in his eye, so I knew that that’s what Ricky had told him when he left the car. I hugged Dad, too, then placed the two horses with the blue halter.
There was a knock on the door, so I went to open it. Standing there was Pete Kerr, Suzanne’s older brother. “These are from Sue. One of them is for the whole family, one just for you.” He handed me two boxes, one big and one small, and turned to leave.
“Wait!” I called after him. “I have a gift for her, too, so you might as well take it.”
“Sure.” He turned back around to wait.
I ran up the stairs, grabbed Suzanne’s present, then ran back down and handed him the box.
“Say Merry Christmas to Sue, and thanks for bringing the present, Pete,” I thanked him. Mom asked if he would like to come in, but he declined, saying that they were having a Christmas dinner with family and had to prepare the house.
By that time, all the presents were open except for the gift from Suzanne and the stuff in the stockings, which we hadn’t seen yet.
“Open it,” Ricky urged me. I tore open the smaller package and nestled inside were four identical leather necklaces decorated with wooden beads and feathers, with a simple yellow stone in the middle. We spent several minutes admiring them, then I read aloud the letter that had come with it.
“Dear Emily. This is a gift for your whole family. Unfortunately, the yellow stones aren’t real topaz, but I hope you like the necklaces all the same. Enjoy the other gift. With Love, Sue and the Kerrs.” I handed everyone a necklace, with me and Ricky having the two, slightly smaller ones.
“There’s another one,” Ricky reminded me. I laughed at his enthusiasm, then obliged and removed the wrapping paper from the bigger gift.
“A Stetson cowboy hat ,” Dad breathed.
“And the same colour as the halter Mom got me!” In the box sat a dazzling blue Stetson, with a brown feather in the band, next to a big, silver belt buckle.
After Christmas breakfast, I excused myself to finish Mrs. Walker’s present, and bring it to her. I had drawn a picture of Sundance, and now I just outlined it and finished colouring. I also framed it, then went outside to bring the picture to Mrs. Walker.
“Hello, Emma dear,” she greeted me. “Merry Christmas!”
“Hi Mrs. Walker,” I said shivering. “Merry Christmas to you too. Here’s a present.”
“Come in, you must be freezing.” I went in with her, and handed the wrapped up drawing to her. “Would you like me to open it now?” Mrs. Walker asked after hanging my jacket up.
“Sure,” I shrugged, sipping a cup of hot chocolate. She carefully undid the ribbon and slit the tape on the wrapping paper.
“Oh, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed happily. And I know just the place to put it. The wall across from my bed has always seemed empty, and now whenever I wake up I can see this beautiful horse. Is this Sundance, the buckskin pony I gave you the money for?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“That reminds me, thank you for the baking. It tasted wonderful, and I shared it with my son Richard when he came over on Christmas Eve.”
“You’re welcome, and thanks so much for the money. You don’t know how much I appreciate it. Anyways, I have to go now. Thanks for the hot chocolate, Mrs. W.”
“Good-bye, Emily.” She hugged me, then put my coat on for me.
That night in my prayers, I thanked God for him, Mom, Dad, Ricky, Mrs. W, Suzanne, the stable and all the horses especially Big Jake, and a wonderful Christmas, and ended with asking for money to buy Sundance.