Post by Manuel Alvarez on Aug 8, 2010 13:57:47 GMT -5
Mannie had been outside when it started raining. Since he wasn't eager to get caught in a downpour, the boy had made a mad dash for the stables. The dripping had turned into a downpour by the time he reached the doors, so he was soaked. Naturally, he made himself at home in an empty stall and began playing with strands of straw instead of doing something sensible like wringing out his clothes.
A horse's head peeked over the stall wall and whinnied at him. Mannie leaned away from the black Appaloosa mare, but did not stop his weaving of the straw or otherwise react in any way.
A horse's head peeked over the stall wall and whinnied at him. Mannie leaned away from the black Appaloosa mare, but did not stop his weaving of the straw or otherwise react in any way.
